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The (Not So) Good Ol’ Days | Connor Brashier
A/n: This chapter has literally been ready since March and I keep forgetting to post it when I come on here, but anyway, here it is after a very long wait. So sorry about that.
Summary: After Connor’s ex shows up randomly, y/n starts having doubts about her relationship with Connor, but they boys are there to reassure her.
Warnings: angst, obviously. It’s not me if it’s not angsty
Word count: 6.8k
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I think I’ve stopped breathing. Because I’m standing here watching the only man I’ve ever loved stand in front of the only other girl in the world that has had him the same way I have. I’m suddenly back in high school, watching from the sidelines as Connor loves and cares for another girl in a way I had only wished he would love and care for me. 
The first couple of weeks were hard. It was difficult to figure out what I could and couldn’t do anymore now that Connor had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who isn’t me. Things between Connor and I didn’t fully change immediately. It was gradual, and to anyone else it probably wasn’t even noticeable, but for me it was. It started with a side hug when he slid into the seat next to me. Then a nudge, then nothing but a “hey.” Then it became a thing where he had me scoot over so McKenzie could sit with us. Then they started to get to our seat before me, causing me to have to sit in front of them.
I’d sit there and have to watch them hold hands over the table, and kiss. I’d have to watch him move her hair out of her face, and her play with the tufts of hair on the back of his neck. I’d watch her laugh at everything he said, and him hold onto every word she said. It was torture, but I was learning to live with it. That is until she approached me one day before class.
It was very much a coming of age, teen rom-com movie moment. I was in the bathroom, washing my hands when she came in. I forced a smile, same as I always did when I saw her. She did the same. 
“Y/n, just the person I wanted to see. I was hoping you’d be here.”
“McKenzie,” I nod. “What can I do for you?”
She looks into the mirror, adjusting her ponytail so it sits higher on the top of her head. “Well, I’m glad you asked. I want you to stop hanging out with Connor.”
“Excuse me?” I turn off the water, facing her, but reaching for a paper towel. 
“I want you to stop hanging out with him. I don’t know what your relationship is or was before I came along, but I don’t like it. I don’t like how close you two are.”
“Um, he’s my best friend.”
“Mhm, and I know you like him.”
“Uh, McKenzie, I don’t know where you heard that, but-”
“Oh, it’s obvious, don’t play dumb. Everyone knows you have a thing for him, except for him and it’s going to stay that way because I’m his girlfriend now, not you. So that hanging out alone that you used to do, isn’t gonna happen anymore. If all four of you are together, expect me there too. And don’t even think about sitting next to Connor when you do go out together.”
“Does Connor know that you’re in here telling me this? Because I don’t think he’d be okay with it.”
She rolls her eyes, “Oh, I’ll be telling him the same thing. Don’t worry about that.”
I toss the paper towels in the trash and look at her, my arms folded over my chest. “I’m sorry, and what are you getting out of this? Like what is your end result?”
“To have you out of the picture,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Okay, but… he and I have the same friends. And we have for years. I highly doubt that he’s gonna let some girl that he’s only been dating  for three weeks come in here and disrupt his life like that.”
“Connor does whatever I want him to do. And if I tell him that I don’t want you around, he’s going to make it happen.”
“But-”
“Look, I don’t have time to explain this more. Just stay away from Connor, okay? That’s it.”
I don’t respond, but she takes that as one. 
“Okay, perfect. Well, I’ll see you in class. I’m so glad we were able to have this talk.”
I watch her leave the bathroom, but I don’t leave. I lean back against the bathroom sink and take in everything she just said. Surely Connor wouldn’t go for this. I mean, we’ve been friends forever. He wouldn’t just cast me to the side because he has a girlfriend. 
But… isn’t that what he’s doing now? Pushing me to the side to make room for her.
“What are you doing here?” Connor asks. “Last I heard, you’d moved to Arizona.”
McKenzie nods, smiling that same perfectly straight, shimmering smile that she always did in high school. It’s crazy how some things never change. Like the look she’s giving him - I don’t know how a look can convey possession, but hers does. Hers says that she still has him. That he’s still her “Connor Bug” despite them having broken up over three years ago. 
“Yeah, I did. I’m going to school there, but my friend, Cammy - you remember Cammy, right? She goes to school here, so I thought I’d come visit for a little while. I didn’t realize you go here, too.” She looks over to where Shawn and Brian are - which just happens to be who I’m currently hiding behind. 
“Shawn, Brian! It’s so good to see you guys again!”
They both nod in acknowledgement. “Hey,” they say.
Brian reaches behind him and finds my hand, squeezing it reassuringly, telling me just what I need to hear - they’ve got me. They always do.
Friday nights look a little different now. For the past three weeks, I have opted out of my usual Friday night plans with the boys. It’s been pretty much the same since middle school. We go to the diner down the street from the school (they have the best milkshakes in the state, you can’t convince me otherwise), and then we either go watch a really bad movie - or rent one  - or we go to the park and we play on the playground until it gets dark. After that we grab pizza or chinese food and head to whoever’s house we feel like crashing at that night. Our parents are well versed in our plans, so it was no surprise that mine questioned me when I said I wasn’t going that first week. 
Shawn and Brian did too, but all I had to say was that I was having really bad period cramps and they were done with the conversation. Connor didn’t even ask why I didn’t go - I actually doubt he noticed with how intune he is with McKenzie. (And by intune I mean they’re practically swallowing each other anytime I’m around, so if they even came up long enough for air, I know he didn’t notice.)
The second week, Shawn and Brian gave me a sympathetic look. I think Shawn was starting to understand why I wasn’t going at that point, given the fact that I had also started opting out of eating lunch with them. I told them that I was tutoring, but really I was sitting in the far corner of the library, reading, hoping they wouldn’t come looking for me. Thankfully they didn’t. At least not during the day.
I’m sitting in my room, curled under my blankets, just hoping that sleep will take over so that I don’t have to address for the third time this month why I'm not going out with the guys today. However, about forty minutes into cowering under the blankets, my bedroom door opens. The lack of knocking tells me exactly who it is.
“Alright, sit up. We’re watching movies.”
“What?” I peek out from under the covers to see Shawn and Brian sitting on the edge of my bed. They have pizza and movies in their hands, as well as all of our favorite junk food. “What are you guys doing here?”
“I told you,” Shawn says, setting the pizza box beside me before taking off his shoes to put near the door. “We’re watching movies.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you guys supposed to be at the diner?”  I sit up, making room for them on the bed. 
“If you’re not there then we don’t want to be either.”
“But…”  I shake my head. I know that it’s better to just go with it than to argue with them. “Is Connor coming?”
They share a look between each other and Brian shakes his head. “No. Not tonight. Shawn and I thought it would be fun to have it be just the three of us tonight. For old time’s sake.”
I nod once, “Oh, right. Sure. That’s good.” I clear my throat and scoot back on the bed, “Well then let’s put in a movie. What are we watching?”
McKenzie looks between them, making eye contact with me, and that smile that she has for everyone else changes. It’s now tight-lipped and forced, fake. “Y/n. I see you’re still hanging around my Connor Bug, huh?”
“I’m not your Connor Bug, Kenz.”
Kenz. The nickname rolls off his tongue so easily and I hate it.
She shrugs, ignoring Connor’s comment. “Why are you hiding? You’re not happy to see me?” She frowns. “Well that hurts my feelings.”
She’s challenging me. It’s what she’s always done. It’s how she got me to stop hanging around Connor alone - or at all for a period of time. But I’m not the same person I was back then. I wouldn’t stick up for myself then, but I sure the hell would now. 
I hum and squeeze Brian’s hand before making my way between him and Shawn. “Well to hurt feelings, you have to have them, don’t you, McKenzie?”
Shawn sucks in a breath beside me.
She chuckles softly. “Oh, come on. We can put all of that petty stuff behind us, right? It’s been years.”
“You’re right,” I nod. “It has been. So you know it’s been three years since you and Connor broke up, right?”
“I’m aware,” she nods, crossing her arms over her chest. 
“Good,” I nod too, mimicking her stance. “So then you also know that a lot can change in that time, right?”
“I guess so. What are we doing? Playing twenty questions?”
“Well you were always one for games.” I take a step forward, arms still crossed. I will not back down.  I will not let her ruin what I have worked so hard to build. “So let me ask you something then. If it’s been three years, what makes you think he’s still single?”
“Are you telling me he isn’t?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. He and I are together now, in case you were wondering.”
She stares daggers at me and then at Connor. "You're joking."
Connor shakes his head. "Nope. Four months."
"Oh!" She laughs. "So it's not serious then."
"We also live together," I tell her. "Although whether or not we were dating for four months, four weeks, four days, that shouldn't really matter." I make my way back over to Connor, who puts his arm around my waist instinctively. "We’re together and I'd appreciate it if you didn’t try to flirt with my boyfriend."
"Well it looks like things really have changed, huh?"
"Yeah, but you haven’t."
"You know it's not gonna last, right? You're just a fluke. He needs to get it out of his syst-"
"Enough, McKenzie! Fuck, just stop!" Connor exclaims. "Look, I'm sorry I ended things the way I did in high school, but we weren't right for each other. You were horrible to my friends, you manipulated me into hurting the most important person in the world to me. You just wanted to boss me around. Sure there were some good moments, but those didn't outweigh all the hurt and pain you caused. Now you can be mad or jealous or whatever the fuck it is that you are right now, but it doesn't change anything. I'm with y/n. I'm in love with y/n, and we're happy, so just leave us alone."
She stands there, speechless. I’ve never seen her speechless before and I like it. But it doesn't last long. She plasters on the smile reserved just for me and nods. “Okay. Well, just so you know,” she says, but she’s only saying it to me, despite our group of friends around us, “whatever you two do in bed together, he learned from doing it with me. If it’s the best head you’ve ever received, I taught him everything he knows. Have a good night.” She pushes past us and I chuckle, turning in Connor’s arm to lunge at her, but he quickly pulls me back.
“Let go of me, I’m gonna rip out those ugly extensions,” I seeth, still reaching for her as Connor and now Shawn and Brian are practically dragging me to the car. 
“While we would love to see it, that’s not gonna happen,” Brian says, opening the passenger side door.
“Fine, then let me break her nose. Give her an excuse to get that nose job she was always whining about.”
Shawn laughs from beside me as he bends down to grab me from behind my thighs and shove me in his Jeep, despite me still resisting. Connor’s walking to the other side of the car to turn it on. “Well that’s very thoughtful of you,” Shawn says, biting back another laugh. “But we’re gonna hold off on that.”
I’ve just now realized that Alessia and Liv are still with us, following us to the car, getting a front row seat to my crazy. They weren’t around when Connor and McKenzie dated, and for the most part, they knew little to nothing about the relationship. All they knew was what I had written in the songs I wrote with Shawn, and even then it was only about how I was feeling, and less so about her and their relationship. 
I scoff and fall back against the seat, my head thrown back in frustration. Shawn pulls at the seatbelt and Connor takes it from him to buckle me in. “I can buckle my own seatbelt,” I grumble.
Connor smooths my hair back, “I know you can, baby. We just want to help.”
“Then get me out of here.”
“Okay,” he nods. “Shawn, can I take your-”
“No,” I shake my head. “I want Shawn to drive.”
“What?”
I take in a deep breath and shut my eyes tight. “Bub, I love you. But right now if I look at you, I’ll see her and I’ll end up being upset with you. I don’t want to be upset with you, so just, please.”
He sighs, “Okay. I’ll ride back with Brian.” He shifts and kisses my temple gently. “I love you,” he says quietly.
“I love you,” I say back.
“Hey, Shawn?” I say quietly after we’ve been sitting in silence for the first five minutes of the drive.
“Yeah?”
“Do you know what prompted their breakup? Like why he suddenly went from being so in love with her to not wanting anything to do with her in the span of like two days.”
He sighs, “Y/n, I don’t think this is a good conversation to have with me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t speak for him. I know, from my perspective, what happened, but I don’t know what he was thinking at the time.”
“Well, then from your perspective, what happened?”
He turns on his signal light, merging lanes. “I know that Brian had to talk to him about how McKenzie was treating you.”
“Brian talked to him about that?”
Shawn nods, “Yeah. Connor came up to us about a month after you, me, and him started hanging out by ourselves. Asked him what the deal was. Why we weren’t inviting him out anymore, why we didn’t sit with him and her at lunch, why you would barely even look at him anymore. I don’t remember exactly what Brian said because obviously it was years ago. But it was something along the lines of how she treated you like trash and we were tired of sitting around and letting it happen, so we decided to just distance ourselves. If he wanted to hang out with us, he still could, but he had to do so without her.
“And, I mean, you know what happened after that. They broke up like a month later, right, and things were back to normal. As they should have been.”
“Normal is a relative term.”
He chuckles, “Okay, yeah. It took a while there, but you guys worked through it, and you’re here now. So just think about that. After all of that, you’re here now. You’re together. You’re in love. All is right in the world.”
“Why didn’t y’all ever tell me that y’all talked to him about what was happening?”
Shawn sighs, “I guess we didn’t want to hurt you even more. You were already in a world of pain at the time, and we knew bringing him up would only make it worse. Hell, we were scared to even let him start hanging out with us again because we didn’t want you to freak out and leave.”
I look down at my hands, “It was a really bad time, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “It was. Brian and I hated seeing you in so much pain. We hated that we couldn’t do anything about it. No matter how much we really wanted to, we couldn’t fill that Connor-shaped hole in your life.”
“But you tried,”  I reach for his hand, squeezing it three times. “I never told you guys thank you for that.”
“There was no need to. We just wanted to be there for you.”
Connor leaves me alone for the most part when we get home. Well, all the guys do. They know I need a moment to process everything that just happened. You know like the fact that Connor just told me he loved me for the first time, and wrote a song about me, and then his fucking ex-girlfriend just showed up out of nowhere and ruined the whole night. I’m sitting on my bed, my knees pulled up to my chest as I stare at the photos on my wall. I still haven’t changed out of my clothes yet. 
A knock sounds from my door and it opens before I can tell them to come in. It’s Brian.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Just came to check on you. You alright?”
I shrug, but usher him in. “Sit down with me?”
He nods and steps in, closing the door behind him. “What’s up?”
“When we were in the car, Shawn told me that you had a conversation with Connor before he and McKenzie broke up. About me. And the way she treated me.”
Brian sucks in a breath but nods anyway. “Yeah, I did.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
He sighs, “Y/n, I don’t-”
“Please?”
He relents, “Okay. Well Shawn and I were at my locker, I don’t remember what we were talking about. Doesn’t really matter, I guess. He just showed up like he would any other day, except this time he was mad.”
“Yo, what the actual fuck?”
“Excuse me?” Brian rears back.
“Like, what? Are you kicking me out of the group or something? You’re barely talking to me, Shawn’s always busy when I ask to hang out, and y/n hasn’t even looked at me in weeks.”
Brian and Shawn share a knowing look, and Shawn shrugs. “We’d invite you if we knew it was just you.”
“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means we aren’t the biggest fans of your girlfriend,” he shrugs. “And you can’t tell us that it’s because we don’t know her. We know enough. We know her and we don’t like her. So, if you want to hang out, great, but don’t bring her with you.”
Connor scoffs, “She’s my girlfriend, Brian. I want to spend time with her.”
“And that’s great. You can totally do that, and you should. But don’t make us spend our time with her when it’s just supposed to be us four. We’re not dating her, we’re not asking for her. We’re asking for you.”
“I don’t get why you don’t like her? Like what’s the big deal?”
Brian shakes his head, “The big deal, Connor? She’s a bitch. And you can be mad at me for saying that, but holy fuck. Do you see the way she is with y/n? She’s so rude to her, it’s not even funny, but you go blind or deaf when she’s around. I mean, the last time we all hung out, y/n left almost in fucking tears and you didn’t do anything about it like you normally would. Your girlfriend hates your best friend.”
“That’s not true.”
“Not me, not Shawn. Y/n. Everyone knows that you two are best friends, but you’ve totally dropped her since McKenzie came around. I mean, you make your own decisions, that’s cool. But you can’t force that relationship on me and Shawn. We know where our priorities lie, and we know who’s important, and that’s y/n. She’s one of the most important people in our lives, and she used to be the most important person to you. But it’s clear that things have changed. It was just the three of us before and if it has to be that way now, then I guess that’s how it is. We’ll pick her every time. I guess the question is, will you?”
Brian shrugs, “He chose you. It just took him a while.”
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. “I hate that I made you choose.”
Brian sighs and takes my hand, “You didn’t. We did that on our own. You’re important to us and you were hurt by the one person you thought would never hurt you. The one person we thought would never hurt you. There’s no chance we weren’t gonna be on your side.”
“Y’all are always protecting me.”
“It’s our job, hon. Now, I think you need to go talk to Connor. He’s been pacing since we got back, he’s creating a draft,” he jokes. 
I shake my head with a soft laugh, “I thought it was a little chilly.”
He squeezes the back of my hand, “There’s our girl. You want me to call him in?”
“No, I want to change first. I’ll go talk to him in a minute.”
“Promise?” He holds his pinky finger out.
I lock our fingers, “I promise.”
“Okay,” he presses a kiss to the top of my head and stands up.
I wait a couple minutes after he leaves the room before I’m able to pull myself up and change into my pajamas. I find one of Connor’s softest shirts in my drawer and throw it on with a pair of shorts that I find thrown in there. I go to the bathroom to take off my makeup before going to Connor’s room.
He’s sitting at the edge of his bed, biting his nails and shaking his leg with all the lights off except for the lamp by his bed. I sigh and knock on the open door. “Hey, can I come in?”
He looks up at me with wide eyes, “Pretty girl,” he sighs. “C’mere,” he motions me in with both arms and stands up. I’ve barely made it two steps in before he’s wrapping me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she was gonna be there, I promise. I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. You are the most important person to me and I-”
“Shh,” I shush into his neck. “I know. I know, baby. Just calm down. You don’t have to apologize. Let’s just go to bed, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, “It’s been a long night. Let’s sleep it off. Is that okay?” I ask, threading my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah,” he nods. “That’s good. C’mon. Come lay on me.” He kicks his door shut and then walks us back to his bed where he falls down first, allowing me to lay beside him. We shuffle until we’re at the top of the bed, sliding under the covers. He pulls me to his chest and we just stay like this until sleep finally takes over. I wish it didn’t. 
We’re sitting at the beach, all four of us, because it’s been that way again for the past few weeks. Connor broke up with McKenzie, and since then he’s started hanging out with us again. The boys asked me if it was okay, first, but I couldn’t say no. I missed him. I wanted him back too. However, it’s very clear that things aren’t the same. 
Despite him apologizing to me and us hanging out alone for the first time in almost seven months, I couldn’t make it seem like everything was just perfect because it wasn’t. Yes, he was back, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still hurt by what happened. 
So, if this was any other time than now, I would be burrowing into his hoodie instead of Shawn’s. I would be resting my head on his shoulder instead of Brian’s. I would be leaning into him and I wouldn’t think twice about it. But now, I feel like I have to think eight times about everything that I do around him. 
He’s peering at me now, but he won’t say anything. He doesn’t say much at all the rest of the time we’re here actually. 
“Hey, Bri and I are gonna play fifa at his place, you in?” Shawn asks him, his arm around my shoulders as we walk toward our cars. 
“Um, no. I have an English paper that I have to get done, so I’ll just see you guys on Monday.”
The boys nod and start to head toward Shawn’s Jeep where we all rode together, except for Connor because he was running late. I watch as Connor gets in his car and slams his head against the steering wheel. I move out of Shawn’s grasp, “Hey, I’m gonna catch a ride home with him. I’ll talk to you guys later.”
“Are you sure?” Brian asks.
I nod, “Yeah. Love you guys,” I pat both of their sides and rush to Connor’s car. I open the passenger side door and slide in before he even has time to process what’s happening. ��Okay, what the hell is going on right now? Why did you just lie to them? We don’t have a paper due.”
When he looks over at me, I see the tears in his eyes and I crumble. “I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not. Nothing’s fine anymore. I feel like everything is slipping right out of my fingers. I don’t want to play fifa with the guys, or go out and film. I want to spend time with you. I want to go out and play mini golf because you suck at it, but you still somehow win every time. I want to sit next to you instead of in front of you because you feel so far away when you’re in front of me. I want you to lean on me, trust me. Wear my hoodie when you get cold. I want my best friend back. I want my girl back,” he shakes his head and wipes at his tears.
“So yeah, I lied to them, but I just need a damn moment to take in the fact that I’ve lost you.”
I look down at my hands, nodding slowly. “I’d like my best friend back too. But I don’t know what’s okay anymore. I didn’t have you to lean on for six months. Six fucking months. I had to go through everything alone because try as they might, Shawn and Brian aren’t you. They don’t know how to help me the way you do. You didn’t lose me, Connor. I was right fucking here the whole time. But I lost you. So, I’m sorry that I can’t just lean on you like I used to, but I’m scared you’re gonna disappear again.”
He nods, sniffling. “I know, but it feels like I’m losing you right now. Because you’re right here but you’re not y/n. And I know that’s my fault, and I’m so sorry for putting you through all of this. I just, I don’t know how I let it get this far.”
“You’re not losing me,” I respond quietly. “But you can’t just expect everything to go back to the way it was the second you said you’ve broken things off with her. You know I don’t work like that. I would love to lean on you, Connor. I would love to fall asleep with you when we watch movies. I’d love to wear your jacket instead of Shawn’s, but I don’t know if it’s okay anymore. I don’t know where our friendship becomes too much, where it crosses a line.”
He nods again, “I want you to do those things so badly, but I get it. I want you to be comfortable with what you’re doing, so I guess, if we need to start fresh then that’s what we’ll do.”
I sigh and drum my fingers on the inside of my wrist, a nervous tick I picked up a few years ago. “I just want to be Connor and y/n again.”
He reaches over and takes my hand in his, rubbing over my knuckles with his thumb. “I wanna be Connor and y/n again too.”
I close my eyes tight and squeeze his hand, “I’m terrified that you’re gonna leave me again.”
“Never again. I promise.”
“Don’t promise,” I suck in a breath, “promises can be broken.”
I jolt awake, holding my chest. Connor’s quick to sit up behind me. “Hey, hey what happened?”
I shake my head, pushing my hair out of my face. “Nothing. Nothing, I just… can memories be dreams?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” he yawns. “What did you dream about?”
I shut my eyes tight, “Just a really bad time in my life. Nothing to worry about.”
“Are you okay?”
I nod, “Yeah. Let’s just go back to sleep.”
I wait for her to fall back to sleep. She asked me if memories can be dreams and I’m wondering the same thing. Because the dream I just woke up from was anything but. 
“Smash or pass? Really? What are we thirteen?” I ask when our group gathers into a circle around the coffee table. My parents are out of town for the weekend, so I thought I’d have a small get together. It was just about twenty of us, but there was enough alcohol to serve a party of fifty. But now, there’s only six of us left. Shawn, Brian, y/n, me, Sam and Matt. We’ve all been drinking, so we’re all staying here for the night. Y/n’s drank the most probably. 
Until today, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her drink. She’s usually the responsible one of us. I guess since we didn’t plan on leaving, she didn’t have to be tonight. I’m watching her carefully. 
“Don’t be such a downer. It’ll be fun. Y/n, we’ll start with you. Do you want a guy or girl?” Matt asks.
She shrugs, resting her chin in her hand on the table. “Doesn’t matter. Surprise me.”
“Ooh, okay. How about that girl from Pitch Perfect. Hailee something?”
“Steinfeld?” she asks. 
“Yes! Her! Smash or pass?”
She doesn’t even hesitate, “Smash. 100%.”
“Really? Interesting,” he nods.
“Are you saying she’s not a smash? Because you’d be wrong.”
“Oh, no. Totally a smash.” 
This goes on for a while, throwing out different celebrities until Sam gets a bright idea. “Okay, let’s make it interesting. People we know.”
I go to protest, but everyone nods. “Y/n, you’re up. Smash or pass with Brian.”
“Pass,” she says instantly.
He gasps, “Hey! Rude! At least act like you’re considering it.”
She holds her hand out to him, her eyes squinting, her head bobbing a little because she’s five drinks in, and I’m pretty sure all her drinks had at least two shots in them. “Not because you’re not attractive. Don’t get your panties in a twist. S’cause you’re like my brother. I wouldn’t fuck my brother, that’s disgusting.”
“Alright, in another universe then?” Matt asks, but I don’t really want to know the -
“No. There’s just no attraction there. He’d try to tell me what to do and I’d bite his head off.”
“Ha,” Shawn laughs. “Which one?"
“I think you know,” she sips her drink but frowns when she finds it’s empty. “Oh, sad,” she looks in her cup with furrowed brows. “I’m getting another.”
“Ah, I think you’re done,” Brian argues. “That’s five.”
“Don’t kill my buzz just because I said I wouldn’t have sex with you,” she slurs.
“No, honey, I think he’s right. You’ve had a lot tonight,” Shawn agrees. 
I don’t know what to say because I think she’s had a lot too, but I’ve never been with her when she drinks. I guess her drinking habits are new. 
“I think you both suck, and since I’m not driving, I’m having another.”
They both sigh and look to me for help. She and I still aren’t back to where we were before, but we’re at least better than we were on the beach a few weeks ago. “Y/n, at least get some water to drink too.”
She frowns but nods, “Fine. I’ll be back, keep playing.” She staggers off, barely able to keep her balance. 
I sigh, “When did she start drinking like this?”
Shawn gives me that look. The one that says “take a wild guess,” and I know my answer then. When Kenz and I started dating. 
“Right,” I nod. “Got it.” She comes back, a water bottle in one hand and whatever concoction she just made up now. 
“Okay, who’s next?” she asks. We go around again until it’s her turn. 
“Shawny boy here, smash or pass?”
She looks him over and huffs, “Pass. In another universe where I didn’t know everything about him, smash.”
I clench my jaw, but Shawn just laughs. She’s drunk, I tell myself. It doesn’t mean anything. Except don’t people say that drunk words are sober thoughts? The next round takes a little longer, and by the time it gets back to her, she’s falling asleep on Shawn’s shoulder. 
“Hey, Con, can you help me get her to your room? She’s about to pass out and I’d rather not leave her here on the floor all night.”
I nod, “Yeah, no problem.” I stand up and Shawn puts her arm around my shoulders and I hold onto her waist while he stands, taking place on her other side. 
“Y/n, one more,” Matt says. 
“M’kay,” she nods. 
“Connor, smash or pass?”
"Dude," I start to protest, but she answers quickly and definitively. 
“Fucking smash,” she shakes her head. “A million goddamn times.”
Matt and Will laugh, but the rest of us stay silent, especially me. 
“Okay, let’s get you to bed,” I say, walking her up the steps. We get her to the room and on the bed. I walk over to my dresser to get her some clothes. 
“Is she sober enough to change on her own?”
Shawn shakes his head. “Gimme. I got it. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to change her.”
“She’s been drinking like this for a while?” I question, going to my bathroom to grab the makeup remover I have stowed away for her for when she stays the night.
“Yeah,” he nods, pulling my shirt over her head. 
“Shawn?” she whines, her voice cracking. 
“Yeah, honey?”
“Why doesn’t he want me?” She whimpers, “Why am I not good enough for him?”
I rear back like she’s hit me. What? Who is she talking about? It's not me, right?
Shawn sighs deeply, "You are, baby. You’re enough," he assures her and then looks up at me. "Give me a second with her?"
I don't want to leave her because I want to know who she's talking about, but my heart doesn't. So I nod and leave the room, shutting the door behind me. I slide down to the floor and rest my head in my hands, waiting for him to come back out.
He does ten minutes later and I look up at him, defeated. "She thinks I don't want her."
He gives me a sad smile, "She's just drunk. She gets like this when she drinks."
"Drunk words are sober thoughts," I shake my head. "I can't believe I've made her think she's not good enough. That I don’t want her? I want her every day, Shawn. I always have."
He doesn't say anything except, "She’s asking for you."
I get up in a heartbeat and walk into the room. "You need something, love?" I ask gently, sitting beside her on the bed.
She looks at me with her half closed eyes and an extreme pout on her lips. "Will you lay with me? Sleep with me tonight?"
I nod, "Anything you want, it’s yours. Let me go get your water. I need you to drink it before you fall asleep, okay?” I push her hair out of her face and let my fingers trace over her cheek.
“Okay, bubba. Whatever you want,” she hums. “Hurry back.”
I let my hand linger for a moment before I get up to go downstairs. The boys are still just sitting around the table, laughing, fooling around. Brian and Shawn look up at me when they hear me. 
“Is she okay? Does she need anything?” Brian asks.
I point to the water that’s sitting by Shawn’s elbow. “I just need her water. I’m gonna go lay down with her.”
“Just lay down?” Matt wiggles his eyebrows, earning a punch in the arm from Brian.
“Shut up. She’s drunk, he wouldn’t do that,” he points to me. “You won’t touch her.”
“You know I would never do that,” I shake my head. “I’m just gonna hold her until she falls asleep. And this,” I gesture to the group, “this game never happened. Not a single one of you will bring up what happened tonight. I don’t want her to be embarrassed.”
“So, what? You’re just gonna pretend it didn’t happen?”
“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do,” I sigh, “There’s extra blankets and pillows in the closet down the hall. Make yourselves comfortable, I’m going back upstairs to lay with her.” I don’t wait for anyone to say anything because honestly, I don’t care what they have to say about it.
I walk back into the room to find her sitting against the bed frame, a picture frame in her hand. 
“Whatcha looking at, pretty girl?” I ask her, closing the door behind me.
She turns the picture to face me. It’s a photo of the two of us from last summer. I’m leaning against her, my eyes closed, face scrunched, flipping off the camera. Her arms are around my bare chest and she’s licking my cheek. I promptly tackled her after the photo was taken. “This was my favorite day.”
I hum, sitting next to her. “Mine too. Here,” I hold the bottle out to her. “I need you to drink the whole thing.”
She nods, setting the picture back down on the nightstand. There’s still a lot of photos of her in here despite McKenzie telling me to take them down. The one she just had was hidden in my drawer, but I refused to take the other ones down because they had the boys in them too. She takes a few sips, successfully downing half the bottle before handing it back to me, resting her head on my shoulder. 
“Did you take down all your photos of her?” she asks quietly.
“No,” I shake my head. “There was no need. I never had any hung up.”
“Why not? I bet that made her mad.”
It did. “Doesn’t matter,” I turn my head to kiss her forehead. 
She shifts and wraps an arm around my torso, we haven’t cuddled like this in a long time, and I wish it were under different circumstances, but I’ll take what I can get now. A few moments of silence pass before I feel her body slump next to mine. She’s out like a light. 
I sigh and lean down, kissing her forehead once again. “You’re enough, baby. I want you. I always want you. And I’m gonna show you every single day for the rest of our lives.”
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2000sbitch · 3 years
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“Josiah you don’t wanna play with mommy and daddy no more?” You asked your 4 year old. “No mama i play with car.” He answered turning back towards his toy cars. 
“I guess it’s just us babe.” Connor laughs
“Yeah i guess it is Brashier.” You say before tossing the foam football back to Connor. 
You admired these small moments with your little family. 
You met Connor when you were both fourteen, both immediately hitting it off having a crazy crush on the other.
But if someone told you back then that in six years you would be happily married with a 4 year old you wouldn’t have believed them. 
You had gotten pregnant with Josiah at seventeen. Both you and Connor kept it a secret from friends and family for a long time before your pregnant belly started showing. 
Both relived when you had nothing but support from both families. 
You were snapped away from your thoughts when the ball hit you right on the eye immediately gasping in pain when the ball poked you in the eyeball. 
“Shit i’m sorry baby you good?” Connor asked rushing towards you placing his hand on your wrist that was covering your eye. 
You were about to answer before you interrupted by josiah who ran over massaging his small hands on your shoulder “Ohh mama what’s wrong?” he asked. 
“I’m okay bub daddy just hit me with the ball on accident.” You smiled.
You didn’t know what he was about to do when he walked over to Connor but when he smacked him on the shoulder you were shocked.
“Don’t hit mama bad daddy!” he scolded Connor. 
“I know Siah it was an accident i promise!” Connor yelled holding his shoulder as if the little smack from his son did any damage.
“Kiss mommy she hurt.” Josiah said grabbing his dad’s face between his palms facing him towards you. 
You met Connor half way as he kissed you. 
“Don’t hit mommy with ball again okay daddy?” Josiah said placing a kiss on both of your and Connor’s cheek. 
“I won’t i’ll be more careful.” Connor laughed.
Josiah walked back to his toys playing.
“He’s such a Mommy’s boy.” Connor whispered before wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer. 
“I know but when we have a girl she’s definitely gonna be a daddy’s girl.” You smiled.
“Can we try for a girl tonight?” Connor asked as he placed kisses onto your neck. 
“We certainly will be.” You answered.
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brianc521 · 4 years
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Connor angst where he makes you not feel worth it
Been awhile since I’ve written for Connor, here you go!
Space | Connor Brashier
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Connor’s been extremely busy since he’s come home from tour with Shawn. He’s been almost as busy as he was on tour. 
Collabing with David Dobrik. Connecting with Madison and planning future projects. Filming a music video with Kygo. Meetings with Shawn’s team about new music and the docu from tour. 
You’ve seen him just about as much as you did while he was on tour. The difference being, you share a home, and he is actually home. Well most of the time. While with David he hopped a flight to Vegas and didn’t tell you until after he had arrived. He’s traveled to Canada for meetings and to see Brian. Never once thinking to invite you. 
“I’m busy, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?” He spits, eyes glued to his phone.
You actually wonder if his eyes are still blue, because you can’t remember the last time he looked up from his phone long enough for you to be able to focus on the color. Soon they have to turn into a screen themselves right? 
“Take a break? It is a human thing to do.” You mutter, washing up the dinner dishes. 
“I don’t need to though. You’re just being fucking needy.” 
You look down into the sink, swallowing back the tears trying to escape you. He’s been so moody lately, and you think it’s because he spends all of his time in front of a screen. It has to pent up some energy there, cause mood changes. You just happen to be the constant in his line of fire. 
“No response?” He snides, standing up, thumb tapping at his phone rapidly. “Cool.” He rolls his eyes, turning and walking out of the room. You stare after him, shaking your head. 
What were you still doing here? He obviously doesn’t seem to want you anymore. You can not pinpoint the last time you remember being in bed together at the same time. Or when he touched you last. He’s constantly telling you that you bother him, and get in his way. Now suddenly you’re ‘fucking needy’ for simply wanting to know if he’d be home this weekend. It wasn’t like you were sticking your plans on him, you literally just wanted to know. 
You set the plate you’re holding down, turning the sink off before drying off your hands. You’re over it. At this point you’re more hurt in this relationship than you are happy, so why were you fighting when he isn’t. You’re actually just fighting against him, and you’re tired. 
You pass his office, noticing he left the door open for once. What you don’t see is how he leans over to see you from around his monitor screen. His brows furrow when he watches you wipe your cheek. 
He listens as you reach into the closet and pull your luggage out. He goes back to what he was editing, that is until you walk past again, this time pulling your suitcase behind you. 
His heart stops, and suddenly he can’t remember what you said to him during dinner. He can’t remember how he responded. So he gets up, walking into the hallway as you head to the bedroom. 
“What are you doing?” He asks harshly, stalking after you. 
You don’t respond, you just lug the suitcase up onto your once shared bed. He appears in the doorway when you flip the top up and open. He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. 
“Are you going on a trip?” He asks, voice so detached almost as if he’s annoyed.
You ignore him, and the sharp pain ripping through your chest as you think about no longer being with him. You turn and open your drawer, pulling out all your panties and bras. You dump them into the bag and turn back for your next drawer. 
“Gonna be gone long enough to need all of those?” He snickers, walking forward and sitting on the bed next to your bag. 
You turn back, and almost stop at how close he is, but continue with all your camisoles and sports bras in hand. You settle them in the bag and make sure there’s room for your shirts and pants, as long as you have the things you need for work this week you can then have the time to figure out how to come back to get the rest of them. 
His face scrunches as he watches you grab every shirt from your shirt drawer, leaving it empty as you hip check it closed. It all starts to click in his brain when you reach for your jeans. 
“Hey,” He says, looking down into your bag and then back up at your heartbroken face. “What’s happening?” He says quickly, reaching for your hands. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” 
It hurts you even more that he thinks you’re packing because someone’s hurt and needs you. Not that you’re hurt and don’t need him anymore. 
You still won’t speak to him as you throw a few pairs of shoes into the bag, turning for a few books. 
“Babe, what’s happening? Talk to me.” He stands, panicking a little. Watching you reach for your books tells him something is seriously wrong. “Where do we need to go? Your Moms? Grandpa?” He flounders, opening his closet and pulling a bag out as well. 
“No Connor,” You croak. Stopping him in his tracks. “You don’t need to go anywhere, I do.” 
“I can’t come?” He asks, stare going hard. 
“No.”
“Care to explain why?” He sets his hands on his hips. 
“Because I’m leaving.” 
“You’re leaving?” 
“I’m leaving you.” You look up at him from under your lashes, scared of his reaction.
“What?” He breathes out, voice so low that if you weren’t so accustomed to everything about him you probably wouldn’t have heard it. 
“I can’t do it anymore.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“You’re unhappy.” 
“Who said that?” He raises his voice, hands going to his hair. You flinch at the movement and turn to keep grabbing things, like your phone charger. 
“You did.” 
“No I didn’t.” 
“You did Connor, earlier when you called me fucking needy. Yesterday when you told me I was bothering you. Last week when I was ‘in the way’ while you were setting up to edit. When you stopped coming to bed. When you started traveling and saw what your life could be. What your life should be. When you realized that I hold you back from what you want.” 
“That’s not fucking true, you’re what I want.” 
“No Connor I’m not. And you’ve made that blatantly clear. So just give me a few minutes to get some essentials and I’ll be out of your way for awhile. And the next time you go out of town, probably this weekend, I’ll come back and get the rest of my things and you’ll have what you want. You just have to give me a little time to pack up my life.” 
His eyes are watering with tears, heart breaking at the fact that he actually made feel like he doesn’t want you. 
“No, I don’t want that. I want your life, here, with me. Please, don’t do this.” 
“You’ll be okay,” You sniffle, turning and jumping at how close he is now. Practically chest to chest. “Me? I’ll learn to be okay, I love you Connor. And if I don’t make you happy anymore then I love you enough to let you go so you can be.” 
“Stop, please.” He sobs, “I don’t want that. I want you, you make me so happy. I’m living the best life I could because I have you. I didn’t mean any of those things. I’ve been stressed out, and so overworked. I don’t even remember saying those things. Please let me make it better.” 
Your shoulders slump as you look at him. He’s crying in a way you’ve never seen before. You’ve been together for years, tears in front of each other have occurred. Usually for him it’s one of two cries. Hold me I’m sad, or, I’m not crying that’s dust in my eye. This though, this is a desperate cry. It’s like he can’t wrap his mind around what’s happening. He’s sobbing, can’t catch his breath as he babbles on and on. 
“I love you, I love you so much. Please, please don’t do this.” 
“Connor,” You coo, bringing a hand to his chest to get him to sit. He wraps his arms around your waist, never wanting to let go. “You need to calm down.” 
“I can’t, I mean you’re leaving me.” He hiccups, rubbing his face on your stomach, leaving tears stains on the fabric of your shirt. 
“I think we need a break.” 
“No.” He whips his head up. “We promised to never do that, we promised.” He whines. 
“We were different when we promised that.” 
“How? How were we different?” 
“We were in love then.” 
His whole world crumbles around his, you watch every muscle in his face frown. “We’re not in love?” He wails. 
“I love you Connor, and I know you love me. But we’re not the same couple we used to be. We don’t try anymore. If you can count this as a hug then I think this is the 2nd time you’ve hugged me since you’ve come home. We don’t try and fight for the other any more. We don’t try to flirt or really show our love because we’ve become reliant on the fact that we do love each other. While what we need is to show the other we care. I’ve failed too, it’s on the both of us. So let’s take some time, give some distance and see if we can find that couple again.”
“I don’t want you to leave, I’ll stay in the guest room if you want space. Just don’t leave.” 
“No Connor, we need more space than that.” 
“Please, I’ll make it better just don’t leave.” 
“I’ll call you in the morning, before I leave for work.” You sigh, prying his hands off and reaching for your suitcase. After getting it zipped up and back on the ground you feel his hand wrap around your wrist.
“Let me take you out tomorrow. A date, like we used to. Let me make you fall in love with me again.” He pleads.
“Okay,” You smile, nodding at him. 
He hesitates, but leans closer. “Can I kiss you?” He whispers. 
You contemplate it, but in the end know you need him too. So you nod and hold back your own cry when his lips touch yours. It’s a kiss you haven’t had in awhile. It’s soft, and slow. Needy and desperate, but all the love you haven’t felt in so long. 
You haven’t even left yet, but the space is working. You know you’ll be back in this room soon enough. This time with your lover with you.
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Connor Brashier MS
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queenmendes · 4 years
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cozy day
connor brashier x reader
Note: this is kinda all over the place and it’s been a while since I did anything for Connor but @connordavidscamera needed some Connor cuddles and love! Hope y’all enjoy xxx
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The rumble of thunder forced your eyes open as you snuggled into the fluffy pillow. It was refreshing to be woken up naturally rather than by the annoying alarm meant for your lectures; thankfully today, you didn’t have to attend one. The room was lightly lit from the grey clouds outside and you could hear the light sprinkle of rain tapping against the window. It was the perfect day for you to stay wrapped in bed with cheesy movies playing, and that is exactly what you are going to do.
Before finding the will to get out of bed for food, you decided to scroll on instagram. The first thing you noticed was Connor’s icon on the list of new stories. Clicking on it brought up a picture of his empty, unmade bed. The sight made you pout as you wished you woke up next to him this morning. Quickly snapping a screenshot, you send it to him with a text.
iMessage to Hot Stuff: Oof, this bed looks extra cozy today
iMessage from Hot Stuff: would have been cozier with you in it this morning, love. Missed my cuddles
Instead of replying, you quickly got out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweats, one of Connor’s hoodies and a pair of shoes. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before grabbing your keys and wallet and made your way into the rain.  
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It took you less than an hour to get to Connor’s place, hands full of bags filled with goodies from your stop at the store. You knew Connor was still in lecture from the lack of his car so you grabbed the spare key and made your way into the apartment.
Connor walked through the door about ten minutes later as you were pulling out all the ingredients to make homemade pizzas, a tradition between the two of you since you started dating; every time you had a lazy day, you made pizzas and brownies and then snuggled together as random movies played.
“Hi babe.” Connor placed his bag on the table before making his way to you, placing a series of small kisses all over your face, letting him hear that contagious laugh of yours. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he stands behind you, humming lightly. “Cozy day?” He questioned as he saw the ingredients spread across the counter.
“Yes, the rain and photo of your bed made me want pizza and your cuddles.” You grinned, starting to roll the dough out. Connor smiled brightly at you before grabbing what he needed to make the brownies he knows you will want later. A comfortable silence fell over you as both of you finished prepping the food. You were lightly dancing as you placed the pizza into the oven.
“Now, go change.” You demanded lightly as the two of you made it into his bedroom. Smoothing the comforter out and fluffing the pillows before adding two more giant blankets to the mix.
“What are we watching baby?” Connor came out in just a pair of grey sweats, knowing exactly what he is doing by that little smirk on his face. His question went unanswered as your eyes fell over his bare chest to the sweats that sat lowly on his hips, giving you a great view of his perfectly tan v-line. “Baby?” Connor’s voice went huskier as he leaned over your from the spot of his bed.
“Why are you so attractive?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down closer to you. “It’s going to be hard to focus on the movie when there is such a hot specimen next to me.” You tease, causing Connor’s adorable laugh to fill the room. His nose nuzzled into yours as you reached for his computer to search for a movie.
As your eyes wandered over the screen, Connor’s baby blues looked at you. HIs eyes tracing every detail on your face, ones that he knew by heart already. It never failed to amaze him how you make him feel from the simplest things such as homemade pizza and cuddles. Everyday he falls more in love with you; and everyday something new reminds him on why you will be the woman he marries.
“Are you even looking with me?” You asked, eyes never leaving the screen but you felt his on the side of your face. Connor smiled before scooting closer.
“How about the Avengers?” He asked, knowing you loved Marvel movies more than anything. You happily agreed and went to pull the movie up when the oven beeped, signalling that the pizza was done. Connor kissed your head and made his way into the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with plates.
You froze as Connor obnoxiously moaned after every bite, knowing exactly what the sound does to you. You rolled your eyes at his laugh as you continued eating and watched as Tony Stark appeared on the screen.
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The two of you were finishing the second movie when you shifted, pressing yourself as closer as possible to his side. Connor grabbed your leg, pulling it over his waist, gently rubbing up and down in a soothing pattern. His lips met your forehead when you placed your head on his chest. As you watched the screen, Connor was watching you again. Every small twitch of your lips or when you giggle lightly.
“Marry me.” Connor whispered so softly, he didn’t think you heard him; but you did. You froze, thinking you misheard.
“What?” You whispered, looking up at him. Connor saw the emotions in your eyes; anxiety was there but love, adoration, and hope massed it.
“Marry me.” Connor said more confidently. You paused the movie and sat up, turning to face him. “I want to come home to you everyday and have movie marathons or make pizza and brownies and snuggle under a mountain of blanket whenever I want. I want to be able to watch you dancing around the kitchen or put up with rewatching shows a million times because you are obsessed with them and never want to stop watching them.” Connor began his rant, making tears form in your eyes.
“Every day, every time I see or even think about you, all I want to do is put a ring on your finger and be able to know that you will be my wife. That you will be by my side for the rest of our lives. Because you are the most beautiful, thoughtful, goofy, supportive person I know and I know there is no one else meant for me but you.” Connor leaned over, pulling a small box out from his side table. “I know it's sudden and we are still young and in college, but I love you, Y/N and I want you to be my wife.” Connor finished, opening the box to reveal a stunning ring. It was a silver banded ring with a diamond placed in the middle , wrapped by small diamonds giving it the effect of vines. It was exactly a ring you would wear, nothing overly dramatic and different than other rings. Connor watched anxiously as you silently stared at the ring.
“Yes.” You beamed over at him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” You repeated. Connor sighed in relief as he placed the ring on the proper finger. You squealed and jumped into his lap, your lips smashing against his in a passionate, searing kiss. His hands caressed your waist gently as the kiss continued but soon enough, he couldn’t contain his smile.
“I love you.” He whispers, staring at you with such love and awe. You almost felt yourself tear up again at his gaze.
“I love you.” You kiss him gently once more, “Now, go get me a brownie please.”
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brashierc · 4 years
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Doubts
This is heavily unedited, but I needed to post something. So here you go!
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You were having an insecure moment. It stemmed from the dream you had last night while you slept alone in his bed for the second night in a row. This dream leading you to have insecure thoughts and doubts about what Connor was feeling.
Connor was CEO of his Production Company and lately, after having produced one of the biggest names in the music industry documentary, business was booming. With interest and projects rapidly flying through his office Connor has become extremely stressed and busy. He can’t even remember the last time he truly had a down moment, with himself or spent with you. 
His new assistant Sam has slowly become your best friend. With the amount of times you’re in contact with Sam to figure out Connor’s schedule, and see if you can talk to him between meetings, or the times Sam’s called you for Connor’s holiday schedule. 
Everything in Connor’s world seems to be growing and moving a thousand miles a minute, while you’re at a standstill in the corner. You’re in a small selling slump at work. It’s slowly getting closer to holiday time which means every now and then your store has a big sale, but it’s still pretty slow. 
You woke up from your nightmare last night still accompanied by cold sheets. It was almost 4 am and Connor still hasn't come home. Sam had called you earlier telling you that Connor should be off at a decent hour and Connor would like for you to be at his place. You weren’t shocked by 11 pm that you were still alone and getting ready for bed.
Your nightmare consisted of Connor’s newest client Madison, the most perfect girl you’d ever seen, and him having some sort of attraction which was causing his late nights. This girl was everything you felt you were. She had the perfect ‘Barbie’ face, skinny body, long legs, long straight hair. When you saw a picture of her and Connor gushing about the music video she wants him to shoot and produce you had a moment of jealousy that you quickly pushed to the dark side of your brain. It seems that’s where you dreams are held, because it’s all you’ve been able to see lately when you shut your eyes for the night. 
It seems to be the only dream you can dream when your at Connor’s. Leading you to just stay awake for the rest of the night not wanting to have any visions of Connor with any other girl, dream or not. It broke your heart more and more and slowly made you question everything. 
So for a change, and a test in your theories, you headed back to your own apartment after work. Dragging your tired body into the cold home, shivering as you flip the heat and light a candle. 
You had done a lot for the night by the time you were ordering pasta and waiting on your delivery. You completed laundry, dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, changed your sheets and reorganized your lotions and perfumes into a cute little display on top of your dresser. 
You jumped a bit as your phone started ringing disturbing the nice silence you were in. You picked up the device, shocked to see that it was Connor’s name running across your screen. He hasn’t called you in days, usually making Sam do it for him. You actually haven’t spoken to him at all today, and it was just then that you noticed that you hadn’t. No texts, no voicemails, no stupid memes through Insta. 
“Hello?” You answered, weary that he might just be butt dialling you. 
“Baby?” 
“Um yeah?” Your brows furrowed.
“Where are you?” He asked. 
“Home?” You responded, confused at his sudden interest.
“No, you’re not here.” 
“I’m at my home.” 
“Did Sam not call you this morning?” 
“He did.” You nod, remembering Sam’s call about Connor wanting you to be at his tonight.
“So…?” 
“Well it wasn’t the first time I’d had that request this week, and frankly I didn’t believe him when he said you’d be off at a decent hour.” 
Connor doesn’t respond for a moment, and you bite your lip nervously while you wait.
“Can I come over then? I’m off tonight, and I wanna see you Baby. I missed you.” 
“Um sure, if you’d like.” 
“I’d love to.” You feel like you can hear his smile. “Have you eaten? Can I bring you dinner?”
“I ordered pasta, it should be here soon.”
“Oh.” He responds, knowing that you hate ordering food because you despise the awkward interaction of answering the door and taking your food from someone else. “Wanna change it to pick up and I’ll get it on my way?” 
“No I’m okay.” 
Connor stands dumbfounded in his living room. You were at your apartment, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually stayed at your place, you practically lived with him. You were ordering yourself food, and not asking him to get it for you.
“Okay well I’ll see you 10?” 
“Okay.” 
“I love you.” 
“Mhm.” You hung up on him.
Connor stared at his phone in awe when his phone beeped at him and the call ended. He knew something was wrong. That he’d done something wrong, or that you were upset about something and that left him feeling a bit anxious. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was packing all he knew was that he was throwing clothes into a bag and was out the door on his way to your place within minutes of your phone call. 
He actually ended up beating your delivery driver. 
“Hi Baby.” He greeted when you opened the door for him. 
“Hi.” You smiled, allowing him to kiss your cheek and hug you loosely. 
He watched with curious eyes as you shut the door behind him and tidied up the shoe bin by the door. You were putting a pair of flats away in your closet when someone knocked at your door. Connor answered for you and took your bag of food, paying for it and the tip. He was just shutting the door when you walked back out.
“Oh, here let me get my wall-”
“I got it Baby.” He smiled, walking past you to the kitchen to get you all dished up. 
You watched him as he unboxed your meal, transferring the food from the plastic containers to your plates. He set your food down on the table and held the chair out for you with a cute little smile. You simply took a seat and dug into your food as he sat across from you. 
“Y/n?” He whispered when you refused to make eye contact with him.
“Hmm?” 
“What’s wrong?” 
You looked up with big eyes and stared at him. “What?”
“What’s wrong? What happened? Why weren’t you at my place tonight?”
“I wanted to come home.” 
“But, I’m sorry if I’m jumping the gun here, but I thought that my place was home?” He asks softly, reaching for your hand. 
You let him take it, and stare at his thumb that rubs soothingly back and forth across your knuckles.
“Baby?” He whispers. 
What he doesn’t expect is for you to look up with tearful eyes and a deep frown splayed across your mouth. 
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He rushes to crouch next to you, holding both of your hands. 
“I had a nightmare.” Is all you can sob out.
He reaches out and pulls you from the chair down into his lap so he can hold you tightly. 
“When?” 
“Everyday this week.” 
“Oh Baby.” He coos, rocking you back and forth. “What was it about?”
“You.” You sob into his shoulder, shuddering breaths in and out. 
“Me?” He pulls back to make eye contact with you. 
“You-you-you-you”
“Breathe Baby.” 
“You” You take a deep breath, “You didn’t want me anymore, you wanted-wanted-wanted- Madison.” 
All the wind has been knocked from Connor’s lungs. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 
“Baby,” He sighs, “Of course I want you. I only want you. I love you.” 
You just sob harder. “I was becoming worried that maybe you were bored, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. That you were staying late at the office because you didn’t want to go home. So I thought maybe I’d just go back to mine so you could finally go back to yours.”
“Y/n L/n.” Connor holds your face so you have to look at him. “I am not bored.” He shakes his head. “I want to be with your forever. I was staying late at the office because I wanted to get done with Madison’s video so I could be done with her business and let one of the new investors take her business.” He explains. “I thought the quicker I could get it done the quicker I could be with you, and you wouldn’t have to worry about her. Even though there’s nothing to worry about. I only will ever have eyes for you.” He smiles, kissing your nose softly. “Baby, if I had it my way there wouldn’t be a ‘your place’ or a ‘my place’ there would only be ‘our place’ because I absolutely hate coming home to an apartment that you’re not in.” 
You pout at him, staring at his eyes, trying to read his expression.
“I want you Babygirl.” He whispers. “I’ll only ever want you. I promise you that.” 
“Yeah?”
“I have-” He sighs. “I have the weekend set up for us to look at houses. It was supposed to be a surprise but you need to know how committed I am to you. I have the first place booked for 9 tomorrow morning.” 
“Connor.” 
“And there will always be an ‘us’ because the future for us is coming sooner than you think.” He makes a show of kissing your left ring finger. 
“Connor David.” You sit up straight. 
“Yes ma’am, this won’t be bare for long.” 
“Stop.” You cover his mouth, groaning in disgust when he licks your palm. 
“I’m just trying to tell you how I am here for you. And how you don’t ever need to dream about me leaving you for someone else. I’m yours, you’re mine. That’s all we need to be okay. No matter where we are, what we’re doing, where we’re going, as long as we’re together then we’ll be okay. I love you so much.” 
“I love you too.” You smile, wiping your tears away.
“I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry that I let you go to bed alone. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t stay with me.” 
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not, it’s not okay. I’ll work on making that up to you. Now you need to get and hydrate so I can prove to you all night long how sorry I am and how much I love you.” 
“Connor.” You gasp when he lifts you up into your chair and pushes your plate closer. 
“Eat while I get the tub ready.” He grins, leaving a hot kiss to your neck before walking away. 
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shawnpetermuffins · 4 years
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Not Alone (We Were Us iii.)
A/n: this is d r a m a t i c. 
Summary: Shawn finds out.
Warnings: angst, told in two POVs
Word Count: 3.5k
part 1 / part 2
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Shawn’s POV
“Shawn, hey. It’s great to see you, man.”
“Brashier, I’m so glad you decided to do this tour with us again. I think this is going to be our best one yet. That last one was great, but I want to pull out all the stops with this one.” I clasp and unclasp my hands in front of me on the table.
“Yeah, of course! You just tell me what you’re looking for and I will make sure we get it in the film.”
“Great, yeah.” I fidget in my seat, “But um, before we get into it, I just have to ask… How – how is she?”
“Shawn, I don’t-”
“Please? I won’t ask about her again. I just want to know if she’s doing okay.”
He nods, “She’s doing good. She’s been staying with me since the breakup.”
I take in a deep breath, “Oh. Well that’s good.”
“Yeah.” Connor clears his throat and looks down, rubbing his hands over his jeans.
“So, the project.” He says, finally breaking the unbearable silence.
“Right, the project. Yes. So, I really liked the behind the scenes stuff you’d got. Like not just the before show rituals, but I liked how you included the band more. I really want to do that again. I want to make sure they’re a huge focus in this thing too. Because you know, they’re giving up more than me to do this. They have wives and kids. You know, a family to look after. I just want to see more of them.”
He nods and bites the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, completely understand. I’ll make sure to get more of them. What else?”
I run my hand through my hair. “Well I also want to focus on the fans. We got so many shots of me and them. Like the In My Blood run through, but I want to see them. They’re reactions. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and I want to showcase that. Really, truly showcase it.”
He opens his mouth to say something but stops when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket with a puzzled look. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
I step out of the room and hold the phone to ear. “Honey? Everything okay?”
Honey? Is he dating somebody?
“Tell me what?”
“It’s a girl?” He chokes out. “Oh my god. That’s – god – Mae is gonna be so loved, love.” He sniffles. “Fuck.”
“Is she healthy? Then that’s all I care about.”
I scratch the back of my neck. Is Connor having a baby? Who with? He never mentioned a girlfriend. I straighten up when he walks back into the room, wiping at his eyes.
“Sorry about that. Where were we?”
“You okay, Brash?”
He chuckles, “I’m so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, y/n’s having a girl.”
I nod, the words only taking a second to register. “Wait, y/n’s what?” I stand from my seat I must have heard him wrong.
“Oh fuck.” He covers his mouth. “Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to say anything.”
“Y/n’s pregnant?”
He doesn’t answer and my fists clench in my lap. I want to hit him.
“Are you the father?”
“Shawn-” I don’t let him finish before I’m rushing out of the room and out of the building to my car. “Shawn, stop!”
“Is she pregnant?” I ask again, furious as I yank my car door open.
“Yes,” he says lowly.
I scoff and duck into my car, turning it on and backing out in just seconds. Pregnant. My ex-girlfriend is pregnant. And it’s my videographer’s baby. I want to kill him. I turn on my blinker and merge onto the highway. I know I shouldn’t do this. I know it’s not my place. Not anymore. But I can’t stop myself from doing this. I pull into his driveway before I know it and part of me is completely devastated to see her car here.
I rush out of the car and knock on the front door, a little more forcefully than I would have liked, but it’s too late now. When she doesn’t answer after ten seconds, I knock again, and that’s when Connor pulls into the driveway. I roll my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Shawn, stop it. I can explain everything okay?”
“I don’t want to hear it from you, Brashier. I want to hear it from her.” I groan, “God dammit. Why isn’t she opening the door?”
“Fuck, okay. I will let you in, but you have calm down, alright? I can’t let you near her like this.”
“Or what? I’m not going to hurt her… You on the other hand. I’m having a hard time not punching you in the face.”
He sighs, “That’s fair, I guess. Just –” He’s cut off by the door unlocking and opening.
“Shawn? What are – what are you doing here?”
She’s wearing a baggy sweater, making it hard for me to see if she’s even showing. I push past her and into the house, Connor right on my heels.
“Shawn,” Connor pleads.
“I – are you?” I let out a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”
“What?”
“Are. You. Pregnant.”
“Connor, did you-?”
“I’m sorry. It slipped out. You just told me it was a girl, I wasn’t thinking. I was so happy and I just-”
“I told you I was gonna tell him myself.”
“Can somebody fucking tell me something? Are you pregnant?”
She sighs, and scrubs her hands over her perfect, makeup free face. “Yes.” She says finally.
I thread my fingers through my hair with a bitter laugh. “I’m gonna kill you,” I point to Connor, taking long strides to him “You lying, cheating, piece of shit.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Shawn, stop it!” Y/n steps between us, her hand on my chest. I look down at her, “What are you talking about?”
“It’s his, isn’t it?”
“What? Mendes is that-”
“You stop talking!” I say to him. “I want to hear it from her.”
“He’s not the father, dickhead. You are.”
“I am?” My harsh demeanor quickly changes as I look down at her. “We’re – we’re having a baby?”
“I’m having a baby.”
“But it’s mine.”
“Yeah, but we’re not together.”
“So what? You were just going to keep this from me? Have my fucking child and not tell me?”
“I was going to tell you!”
“When? Ten years from now?” When she doesn’t answer, I know that’s what she had planned on doing. “That’s my kid, y/n!”
“I know it is! God, I know she is! But what was I supposed to do, Shawn? We’re broken up. It’s not exactly a casual form of conversation. I didn’t really feel like responding to your album release news with a congratulations and ‘hey you’re gonna be a father.’ Okay?”
“No, not okay. I deserved to know about this whether we’re together or not.”
“I didn’t tell you because you have so much going on. The album, the tour. You can’t exactly handle a pregnant ex-girlfriend too.”
“That doesn’t matter!” I seethe. “You can’t keep it away from me. I’ll fight for custody if I have to.”
“Whoa, hey, Shawn. It’s not gonna come down to that.” Connor says, but we both ignore him.  
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You want to fight? Fine. But think about what that would do to your career. Not only would it be everywhere that I’m having a baby, but now it’s a custody battle? Do you really want your child to be forced into the spotlight before they’re even born?! The media is going to tear you apart. Tear me apart. I didn’t sign up for that. And I absolutely do not want that for my baby.”
Our baby. “We can keep it quiet! The media doesn’t have to know.”
She scoffs, “Yeah because it’s that easy. You’re Shawn fucking Mendes. You don’t have privacy anymore. You can’t keep a whole ass baby a secret. A whole fight for custody? Your family has to know, my family has to know, your team has to know. And no offense to your team, but someone is bound to slip and then all hell will break loose. There is no way to do this quietly with you.”
“What do you want me to do then? Quit? Because I will!” I reach for her waist but she retreats, making her way closer to Connor. I don’t know if she does it consciously, but something in me believes that there’s more going on than just friendship between them.
“And do what? Resent me for ruining your career?”
“Look, I’ll take time away from the spotlight and we’ll figure everything out.”
“You can’t! You go on tour next year!”
“I’ll cancel it! We can fix this. Fix us.” I point from me to her and she looks down with sad eyes.
“There’s no us, bubba. Me being pregnant doesn’t change that. A baby doesn’t mean we’re supposed to get back together. It doesn’t mean that. It can’t mean that.”
“Why not? Maybe this is what we needed? This is what was supposed to happen. What’s supposed to bring us back to what we used to be.”
She shakes her head, “No. I can’t be with you like that. Not anymore.”
“But-”
“I wish things were different, but this is what it is, Shawn.”
I feel like the air is being sucked from lungs just like it was months ago when she first said it. “Come on. Please… just come home with me.” I’m on my knees in front of her, pleading. “We can talk about this. We can figure this out. We can be together or not. I just – I have to be part of this baby’s life. It’s a girl? Let me be in her life.”
She sighs and when she looks at Connor, I know that she’s not doing this alone. But it kills me that she’s not doing this with me. “I don’t want to keep you from her. I’ve never wanted that. But I can’t do this right now. Okay? I can’t fight with you about this anymore.” She squats in front of me and takes my face in her hands. “Just give me time. Give me that.”
“How long is that gonna take?” I ask, locking my fingers in hers.
“I don’t know. But it’ll be soon. I’ll call you.”
I sigh, my eyes closed. “Can I – I know this’ll sound stupid,” I remove my hands from hers and look down at her stomach which is now showing just a little bit in her bunched-up sweater. “Can I feel her?”
She chuckles and it’s a sound I didn’t think I was ever going to hear again. “She’s not moving yet, but yeah.” She stands up and lifts her shirt enough for me to see the small bump. My hands reach for her and I rest my head against her stomach, kissing it once.
“We made that?” I ask in disbelief and I knew it was the wrong thing to say because she pulls her shirt down quickly after the words leave my mouth.
“I think it’d be best if you went home now.”
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Y/n’s POV
I let out a sigh of relief when he’s finally out the door. But the relief is short lived when Connor opens his mouth.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head, “I don’t want to talk about it. I need to go process all of this. And try to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do about him seeing her once she’s born.”
“Let me help you.”
“No, I need to do this alone.” I walk past him but he grabs my hand, keeping me from going any farther. Neither of us move closer.
“Honey, please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t mean for it to come out.”
I stare down at his feet and take in a deep breath. “I know. I shouldn’t have asked you to keep this secret in the first place.”
“Y/n/n, please look at me.” The hand not holding mine slips under my chin and he lifts my head. “Please tell me you’re not mad.”
“I’m not mad at you.”
He frowns, “You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. I’m not mad at you. I promise.” I rest my forehead against his. “I’m mad at myself,” I admit. “I put you in a compromising position and I hate that it came to this. And I’m mad at him for coming at you. I’m mad at him for thinking that I would jump in bed with you the second I leave him. He knows we’re not that way. He knows that. And I’m mad that he would think so little of not just me, but you. You’re his friend, you wouldn’t do that.”
“Hey, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not, Connor. But in any case, why should it be his business if I was with you? How does that affect him?”
He shrugs, “Well, I mean. Right now, I get it. He thinks I’m trying to swoop in and take his place as Mae’s father.”
“But you’re not! You’re just – you’re my best friend. You weren’t about to let me do this by myself.”
“And he’ll understand that. In time. But just like you need that time to process, I think he does too. You’ve known for months, but he just found out he’s gonna be a dad. I think you both need time to figure out what’s best for you and the baby.”
“And what if he thinks the best is us getting back together?”
“You still have a say in that. Look, I know you’re not in love with him anymore. But who’s to say that those feelings won’t come back after this?”
“They won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
I sniffle, “Okay. So what do I do if they come back? Do I just up and leave you? Like you haven’t been here for me through this whole thing?”
“Hey, I’ll still be here. And no matter what you choose. I’m gonna support you one million percent. I’m in your corner for the rest of our lives. Get back with him or don’t. Let him fight for custody or don’t. Develop feelings for me or don’t, because let’s face it, now that you’re living with me, it’ll be kinda hard not to fall in love with me.”
I laugh and hit his arm. “Stop it.”
“I’m just saying,” he chuckles, “I know I have that irresistible charm.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot that just wants what’s best for his best friend.”
I nod, pulling away from him. “How many times can I say thank you before it becomes redundant?”
“I think we reached that point many years ago.”
I nod, “I’m gonna go to my room. I have a lot to think about.”
“You want me to call in dinner?”
I check the time on my phone. “It’s still early.”
“I know, just thinking ahead.”
“Yeah. Just not Chinese? I can’t handle the smell.”
“Right, the egg rolls got you last time. I’ve got it.”
“I love you, Connor,” I say and kiss his cheek.
He smiles softly, “I love you too.”
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“This view is probably my favorite thing in the world,” I tell Shawn, staring out the large window of his living room.
“You’re my favorite view,” he mumbles into my neck, his hands slipping under my shirt.
I roll my eyes, “So cheesy, Mendes.”
“I can’t help it. You make me soft.”
“That is definitely not what you were saying last night,” I tease.
“Hey,” he warns, pinching my side. “You weren’t complaining then.”
“Well, how could I?”
He presses a soft kiss to my temple and then rests his chin on my shoulder. He stares out the window with me, watching the rain hit the ground and rooftops and awnings. “Love?” he says after a short while of silence.
“Hmm?”
“Would it be too scary to talk about the future right now?”
“What about it?”
“Like our future?” he says, his voice timid.
I turn in his arms, “What about our future, rockstar?”
“Do you see us having one?”
I run my fingers over his high cheekbones. “That’s a silly question. Of course, I do.”
“Like getting married? And having kids?”
I nod, “Yeah, those would be some of things I think about.”
“How many?”
“Kids?”
He nods, running his thumb lazily over my hip.
I think it over for a second. “Two. And if those are really good, maybe three. What about you?”
“I don’t care how many we have. As long as I have them with you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I can’t help but laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“That’s a pretty good answer there.”
“What about getting married?”
“That is something I would like to do,” I answer nonchalantly.
“Me too. But I mean, I guess the real question is: would you take my last name?”
“Absolutely. I mean, just listen to how cute y/n Mendes sounds. I would be a fool not to take it. And you said it yourself, don’t be a fool.”
He laughs, one of those big, hearty laughs that I never get tired of hearing. “Are you always gonna use my lyrics against me?”
“Forever, baby.”
“Hey, so I know that having kids is a very distant thing right now. But we can practice, right?”
I bite my bottom lip, nodding. “I think practicing is a good idea.”
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Connor comes into view, kneeling by my bedside.
I take in a shuddery breath, and place my hand over his, hoping for the contact to offer me some type of relief, but it doesn’t. I just let out a choked sob and he springs from his spot, wrapping his arms around me the best he can without crushing me and Mae.
“Breathe for me, honey. Come on, in and out. In. One, two, three. And out. One, two, three, four, five.” I do as he instructs and he rubs soothing circles over my back. “Good, again.”
“Connor,” I say softly after I’ve finally centered myself.
“I’m here.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Do what?”
“Be a parent. Co-parent with Shawn.”
“Why?” he asks, but it isn’t accusatory like I’m expecting it to be.
“We talked about kids. Wanting them, raising them. Our kids were gonna have two parents. Two loving parents. We were supposed to do this together. We were supposed to be together, raising her, and now? Now what?”
“You’re still gonna do this. And he’s gonna be part of Mae’s life. You’re gonna love her. He’s gonna love her. I’m gonna love her. This child will not be short on love, okay? You should not feel guilty because you’re not with him.”
“I can’t do this alone. I’m not enough for her.”
“You are not doing this alone, y/n. I’m right here. Shawn’s right there. You aren’t alone in this. I would never let that happen.”
I whimper, falling into his chest. “I’m scared I’ve messed everything up before it’s even happened.”
“You didn’t mess anything up.”
“I should have told him.”
“He knows now.”
“If Shawn fights for custody-”
“If he fights, then let him.”
“But his career. This’ll be everywhere. Every single news outlet will be down his throat. It’s not fair, or right. He can’t do this quietly because of who he is and it’s not fair to him.”
Connor chuckles and I pull back. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious.”
“I know you are. That’s why I can’t help it. You’re not worried about him bringing this to court, you’re worried about what people will think of him. That’s… the most you thing you’ve ever said. He’s not worried about any of that. Why are you?”
“Because he worked hard for what he has. I don’t want anyone thinking less of him because his ex-girlfriend is pregnant. They could spin it around, saying he walked out on us. And if they find out about it and he doesn’t fight, I don’t want them to think he doesn’t care. That he’s doing nothing. I don’t want this to be a bigger deal than it needs to be. He’s had to put up with so much of his life being in the media. He doesn’t need this out there too.”
He sighs and takes the sides of my face before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’re precious, y/n y/l/n.”
“Connor, stop.”
“No, I’m serious. You could be so selfish in a time like this and you’re not. You’re worried about your ex-boyfriend because you don’t want anyone to think less of him.”
I scoff and bring my hand to my lips, biting subconsciously at my nails (A habit that I thought I had kicked years ago), “Why does it suddenly feel like I’m falling headfirst from a thirty-story building.”
He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I’ve got you now, honey. I won’t let you fall.” He stays with me until I fall asleep, murmuring soft nothings into my hair. “You’re gonna be a great mother, y/n. I know you are,” he says quietly.
“Con?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you help me with something.”
“Anything. What is it?”
“Help me figure out this custody thing. I want something fair without the court.”
He places a soft kiss to my forehead, “Okay. Whatever you want.”
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euphoria-svt · 4 years
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Lessons (Brash Blurb Night #6)
A/N: It’s almost 3am and this came out of no where. Filled with fluff and inspired by this photo. And I hope this doesn’t hurt Tori in some ways.
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Word count: 600+
“No, dofus” You laugh as you watched him play the wrong chord “I said G, not A”
“Come on, this is getting frustrating” Connor whined “Can’t we take a nap? I think we deserve a nap”
“Baby, we woke up literally 3 hours ago” You snickered “You really think we should go to sleep again?”
“I mean there’s nothing else to do” He shrugged “It’s not like we can go outside”
“Which is exactly why you’re learning to play!” You nodded your head towards the guitar “Why do you even have it if you don’t know how to play?”
“Dylan gave it to me last year... Plus, I like hearing you play whenever you’re over. It sounds really pretty, you’re really pretty”
You blushed furiously, shooking your head “Alright no need to change the subject, mister. Show me the G chord, bubs”
“Baby, I told you I forgot... Maybe you have to show me again” Connor smiled innocently as he handed you the guitar.
“Alright, fine but this is the last time I’m showing it to you” You chuckled as you took the instrument in your hand “Are you gonna focus this time?”
“Mhm” He hummed as he leaned his back against the headboard “Definitely”
You positioned your fingers to the G chord and strum the strings lightly “See? Like that” You said and lifted your head to see him obviously not paying attention “Connor!” You whined “You said you were going to focus!”
Connor raised his hands defensively and laughed “Sorry, babe! But you can’t expect me to focus when you’ve got such a pretty face”
“You’re unbelievable, Brash” You rolled your eyes playfully and was going to put the guitar aside “If you don’t want to learn then I’m going to get back to my books, bubs”
“No! No!” He was quick to lean up and stop you “Can you play me something?” Connor asked.
You narrowed your eyes at him “Was this your plan all along?”
“Come on, one song!” Connor grinned and reached out to pull you towards him “Then I promise I’ll pay attention when you’re showing me the chords”
“Fine, fine” You smiled as you leaned your back against his chest, with the guitar in your hand “Any requests from the audience?” You ask, tilting your head a little so you could glance at him.
“Anything” He muttered into your hair and wrapped his arms around your waist with your legs tangled up together “Just wanna hear your pretty voice”
You decided on one of your favourites at the moment, before you go by Lewis Capaldi. 
Connor was convinced he has never heard anything more beautiful until he heard you singing. It was the one thing he loved the most and the one thing that calmed him down. 
“You’re singing at our wedding” was what he said 3 minutes later.
You snorted, “Is that your way of asking me to marry you, Brash?”
“Not officially” He shrugged “But it’s gonna happen”
“Why do I have to sing at my own wedding? Can’t we get Shawn to sing instead?”
"But I’d much rather hear you sing, baby”
“Tell you what,” You started, tilting your head up “If you learn how to properly play the guitar, I’ll sing you any song you want. Deal?”
“Deal” Connor answered without hesitation “So, this G chord?”
You rolled your eyes playfully and took his fingers, positioning it properly on the strings “And that’s a G. Now switch to A?”
He shifted his fingers without your help, which made you smile “See? You’re a fast learner!”
Connor laughs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “That’s because my girlfriend is the best teacher”
“Oh you know what we could do? We could start a band-duo!” You suggested excitingly “I could sing and you’ll play the guitar and we could post videos on YouTube”
“Absolutely not, babe”
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Oooh okay how about Connor introducing you to his friends for the first time and he's really nervous because they could very possibly say something stupid about him and how much he's talked about you lol... also hi, Bre! I love you! 💙
hi tori! i love you too! thank you so much for sending a prompt/idea in & hope you enjoy this little blurb!
“Bub, will you please calm down? How are you more nervous than I am?” You giggle sweetly, turning to look at Connor and squeezing his hand a little as he continues driving. “They’re your friends. I’m sure that I’ll get along with them so there’s no need to be worried.”
Connor just shakes his head in response and you catch the small smile that’s pulling at the corners of his lips. The afternoon sunlight is falling across his face perfectly and you can’t help but admire him for a moment. His blue eyes are sparkling, a look of happiness and your heart swells at the sight of him. You have only been together for about five months, but you swear you’ve never fallen harder for someone. Something about Connor from the start told you he’s the one.
And you are extremely lucky to call him yours.
Before he can say anything, you snap out of your thoughts and lean over the center console to press a warm kiss to his cheek. Blush immediately spreads over his skin at the small action. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles smoothly, making your breath hitch. The simplest moments like this reminded you how in love you are.
“No, it’s not that.” He speaks up, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. “They can just be stupid sometimes and I really have no idea what’s going to come out of any of their mouths while we’re hanging out.”
You knew meeting his friends for the first time was a big deal. These people mean everything to him and although he promises nothing will change if their opinions aren’t good, you’re anxious. He’s never brought many girls around so to be the first in a long time is already nerve wracking plus they all know when he introduces them to a girl, it’s getting serious. But you didn’t expect him to be just as nervous.
“Con, it’ll be fine. Nothing they say will make me rethink us or how I feel about you.” 
“I hope so.” Connor chuckles softly, stopping at a red light. “Probably gonna get embarrassed like there’s no tomorrow with all the stories they have of me. But I’m just a little worried that they won’t take it seriously. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life and I don’t want their silly jokes or stupid comments to overpower the real reason you’re here.” He continues, lifting your intertwined hands so he can press a kiss to yours.
“They’ll know, I promise. It’s not everyday the Connor Brashier has a girl meet his friends.” You joke, making him laugh and grin which sends pure happiness rushing through your veins. “Besides, they’ve been your friends for long enough to know this means something. I love you so much.” You whisper with adoration before leaning in and kissing him deeply. Connor immediately responds and the rest of the world falls away for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a loud honk sounds from behind you and you both pull away in a fit of giggles.
“Stupid LA traffic not letting me love on my girl.” Connor says teasingly with an annoyed roll of his eyes, but pecks your lips one more time before pressing the gas. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know. And I can’t wait for my very favorite person in the whole world to meet the idiots I call my best friends.” His laugh fills the car and you can’t help but smile at him.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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Row 11, seat 14 (Connor x Y/n)
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Tori's (@shawnpetermuffins​) request on ConWhore Group :) Hope I fulfilled it okay ❤️
The last Blurb for now guys, we will have more soon, but I will focus on my OCs for a while :)
Word Count: 1,424
# Blurb week 1
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"What do you mean Blair, it says Row 11, seat 13 and 12 right here?" Y/n said, trying to reason with her friend. She was the fan that, not that Y/n wasn't. Can someone possibly dislike John Mayer? No. But Blair was The fan, she had all the Merch, all the CDs, and she followed every path of her idol. For Y/n that was a little crazy, but she couldn't complain, Blair liked some company in the concerts, Y/n got free tickets bought by her friend all the time. So amazing.
"Y/n, I understand that. But since we are late. We could just stay here. This place is so much better. Look," She pointed to the stage. The concert would start in 2 minutes, and they had just arrived missing the opening act. It was all Blair's fault, she keeps a long time finding the right Merch Shirt she should use.
"But B, this is not gonna work out. I mean, we are not the only people late to this. The concert is sold out." Y/n said, trying to reason with her friend.
"At this point, I don't care, I am staying here." Y/n laughed at that, then noticing her friend was telling the truth. "Come on, stop being the right Girl all the time, nothing will go wrong Little Y/n" Y/n sighed and just sit beside Blair writing for the concert to start.
It ended up being 15 minutes waiting, the concert was also late. When the first accords of the first song started to play, 2 girls stopped right in front Blair and Y/n.
"Those are our places," Y/n nodded and stand up, but Blair refused to do the same.
"Blair, we have to go. Now." Y/n said, more like screaming because everyone was at that point.
"But, y/n. They are late. It is not my fault," Blair said and pouted.
"Come on B, they will call security if we don't leave. Then you won't get to see him at all." She reasoned.
"Fine, let's find our seats," Blair said, finally waking up, but not before giving a death threat with her eyes to the two late girls.
They went up 3 more roles finally finding row 11, and it was not that bad. It even gave them a better view.
"Blair, I am never coming with you to one of those again, I swear to God…" Y/n started, but before she could finish, she was pushed so strongly by someone because she was obstructing the person's view that she ended up falling in a guys lap. "Oh my God, I am so, so sorry."
"It's okay, are you hurt?" The mysterious guy asked, checking on her. She made the mistake of looking at him before answering, and suddenly she got lost in his blue eyes. She kept staring at him until he asked her again. "It's something wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" She then shook her head no and got up, sliding into her proper seat. She looked from the side of her eyes to Blair, and she had a smirk on her face, but Y/n chose to ignore that.
"I am okay, thank you…"
"Connor," He said, extending his hand for her.
"Thank you, Connor, Y/n" She answered, extending her hand back to a weird handshake as they were both sit side by side. She noticed the guy had a camera around his neck, not any camera but a film camera, which supposed to be the same camera model she had been saving for months to buy.
"It's that a Lomography Lubitel 166+ ?" She asked, biting her lips.
"Yes!" Connor answered with a surprised tone. Not many people knew how to recognize old film camera models just by looking at it.
"I've been dying to buy one of those," She said, making him smile. She was pretty he thought, but then he shared his head trying to tell himself he shouldn't be having these thoughts for someone that just literally tripped on him.
"You should, it's amazing. Especially because of the…"
"4.5 triplet lens" She completed and blushed a little. "Sorry" She apologized for interrupting him.
"It's okay, it is not common to find people that know film cameras that well." He said they both completely ignoring the concert at that point. If it wasn't for everyone screaming around them, they could possibly just forget where they were.
"I know I double major in cinema and photography." She explained, and he nodded. "I know, a crazy girl that is doing 2 colleges with no prospects of getting money in the future," She said, making him laugh.
"I didn't think that at all. I work in photography. I major in physicology." He said, and she frowned confused. "I know, the undecided guy that goes to two completely different things," He said, making her laugh this time.
"I didn't think that at all," She said, repeating what he had said and making him blush. "I get it, it's amazing to understand how feelings work, and how sometimes a picture can show each and every feeling someone has hidden inside, and I guess if you study how people feel you can also see how they were feeling in your pictures." He nodded, surprised she really did understand.
"Not everyone gets it," He said, and she nodded.
"Not everyone gets my choice either," She said, turning back her attention to the John Mayer in the stage when Blair shook her arm.
"Isn't he the best?" She asked, making Y/n laugh and agree. "Don't think I didn't see you and the blondie talking. He is cute," Blair said without moving her mouth and still looking at the stage.
"B, I don't even know him!" Y/n said quietly in her friend's ear.
"Y/n, you didn't really know me when we met and look at us best friends now. My friend you have lots to learn about the flirting business" Blair said, making Y/n blush. She tried to focus on the concert, but she could feel his eyes burning her skin from time to time.
"I think my old Bro is growing up," Dylan said after seeing the interaction between Y/n and Connor.
"Shut up," Connor said, making his brother laugh.
"I am not shutting up, ask her number," He said, making Connor widen his eyes and shake his head. "Why not?"
"I don't even know her?" He said as if it was obvious.
"Connor, you should be the one teaching me that stuff not the other way around," Dylan said, and Connor looked at him confused. "Old Brother, that is how you get to know her. By going out with her. And let's be honest you did like her." Connor could have answered his brother, but instead, he looked at Y/n again and bitted his lip when she laughed at something her friend was saying. He whispered at the sound, not knowing exactly if it was John Mayers song messing up his heart or the sound of the girl laughing. He then closed his eyes and whispered before coming back to his brother. Dylan simply laughed at that and shook his head as for silent saying I already told you what to do.
Connor tried to ignore his heart, beating a little faster by seeing Y/n having fun singing and dancing with the concert. He also tried to ignore his hands sweating. But at some point, he couldn't, mainly because he was probably looking non-stop to the girl for the last 15 minutes. And he was sure she had noticed him because her cheeks were red, and she was so damn cute with her cheeks red Connor though and then closed his eyes for a second, debating what he should do next. He took a deep breath before turning back to Y/n again and calling her name.
"Y/n?" He nervously bit his lower lip.
"Yes?" She looked back at him.
"Do you want to hang out after the show? We could grab dinner…" He said, feeling stupid for suggesting dinner, dinner was maybe too formal. And again they didn't know each other. "I mean, not dinner, we could just walk and talk about pictures?" He nervously suggested and then closed his eyes for 5 seconds at how stupid he was again. "Or we could just…" he stopped when he heard her chuckle.
"I would love to go do something afterward."
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shhawnboi · 5 years
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Dad’s Approval | Connor Brashier
Summary: Your dad hates Connor so much that even he starts questioning himself and it’s your job to remind him why he can’t be more wrong.
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A/N: This is my first imagine ever, so sorry if it’s to cringey and disappointing. Also, English it’s not my first language, excuse my poor vocabulary and grammar and please tell me major mistakes to correct them.  
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Y/D/N Y/L/N, your father, is Connor’s second worst nightmare, the first one being losing you. Mister Y/L/N is the boss of the biggest lawyer’s firm on LA, he is feared and respected everywhere because he has enough power to bring everyone he wants down, and that includes Connor, luckily this hasn’t happened to him, yet.
Your dad adores you. You are his pride and joy he just wants the best for you and he thinks that Connor, a simple boy with a camera, will never be enough, so he takes every chance he gets to remind you both, that. You don’t care about you dad’s nagging words but Connor does because he can’t help but agreeing with him. You deserve better than him and he is a selfish jerk for keeping you all to himself, but he can’t bear the idea of letting you go.
Last Monday your dad called to invite you two for dinner at his favorite restaurant ‘Saint Japher’, a place designed for the upper class with menus that just a few of privileged people can afford, and in that group of people Connor isn’t included. Your father does every other time for two main reasons: to see if you are still together and to drag Connor’s confidence down (task that he has always accomplished successfully). Connor has always tried to win your dad’s favor but to Y/D/N’s eyes, Connor was just a kid who plays with a camera and think that’s a job.
When Connor wakes up, the first thing he sees is your beautiful figure cuddled against his right side. Your body is covered by just his shirt and nothing more, and it makes him feel all cozy inside because it means that all of you is his. You are completely knocked out, it’s a normal occurrence whenever you see your father, he never fails on getting on your nerves and tiring you to death, especially when he starts throwing knives at Connor like there’s no tomorrow. Connor gives you a light kiss on your forehead and decides to go out for a run, he needs it to clear his mind a little. When he steps out of bed you start moving on your sleep but you don’t get up. He tries not to make too much noise while he’s getting dressed and when he is finally out of the house, he lets a long exhale escape from his lips. Con knows that he shouldn’t give a fuck about what your dad thinks about him but he does because he agrees with your father, you deserve better.  
By the time Connor starts running following the peace of some catchy pop song, every snarky word your dad said yesterday comes to his mind, crashing him with the force of wave colliding against the rocks.
“Do you remember Thomas Lebrant, darling?” asked you father while he was looking at the menu.
“Yes dad, I remember Tom.” of course you did remember Tom, you dated him for a year... before you left him for Connor.
“I saw him him the other day, he’s doing great at medical school, he will have a bright future, he’s a very hard-working man, he asked me about you. I really think he was your perfect match.”  
Connor remembered Thomas too, your first boyfriend, he was the guy every father wanted for his daughter: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect behavior... he was just perfect. You started dating him when you were seventeen and spent a whole year with him, but when you met Connor you started to feel things you had never felt before and you had to break up.  
Con will never forget the day he saw you for the first time. It was a sunny day in LA, he was at the beach with Sam doing a photoshoot with an Instagram model called Lydia Hanni, she was laying on the hot sand and he was supposed to be taking photos of her body, but he couldn’t focus his camera on her, he was too busy filming the beautiful girl playing frisbee with her friends. When you noticed a pair of eyes on you, you turned around and saw Connor with his camera. He waved his hand to say ‘hi’ and you smiled, at that moment Connor swears he felt his whole world stop. That was the beginning of your love story and your dad’s worst headache ever.
“Good for him, dad. I guess you told him that I’m doing pretty good with Uni and my lovely boyfriend.” you reached for Connor’s hand and you pressed a little kiss on it. Your father let out a sigh and Connor smiled at you. You had the power to make everything better.
“I told him you had a little adventure with some guy.”
‘A two years adventure’ thought Connor.
At first he thought that her dad needed time to warm up to him, but time passed and he didn’t change his mindset. He hoped that when he started working for Shawn your dad would be happy, but that didn’t occur, in fact, he got pissed because he was going with his friends to have fun in Europe leaving you alone. Nothing he does it’s good for your dad and that’s eating him alive. He tries to ignore it but it gets harder every single day.  
“Have you found a real job yet?”
“My friend is looking for a coffee guy for his office, I could call him if you are interested?”
“How much has your boss payed you for your hobby? I mean, it’s not a very hard task.”
“Did you have fun on tour? Doing nothing playing with your friends?”
He loves his job and he’s proud of it but he is starting to believe that it’s not enough for you. Your father is right, you are worth of a rich, wealthy man that can give you all you want in matter of minutes. You always say that he’s the best that has ever happened to you, but now he thinks you say that because he’s keeping you away from greater things that you’ll never discover if you’re with him.
When he arrives home after an hour of running, he goes straight to the shower, maybe that’s what he needs to clear his mind for good. Once the hot water hits his muscles, he lets a satisfied moan, a hot shower never fails to relax him.
You wake up the moment you hear the water running from the bathroom, you guess that’s Connor having a morning shower but once you notice his sport clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, you know he’s probably gone out to clear his mind a little. You can’t blame him though, the shitshow your dad pulled yesterday at the restaurant was capable to put everyone on the edge of their sanity. You have talked nearly a billion times with your dad about his behavior with your boyfriend but he always ignores it. You’re sick of it because Connor doesn’t deserve an ounce of the shit your father aims at him, no one really deserves it to be honest. Your boyfriend is the best that has ever happened to you and you’re so proud and in love with him that whenever your dad opens his big mouth, your heart breaks a little.
You decide to get out of bed and get into the shower with him to show him some love. You get rid of your shirt when you enter the bathroom. Connor hasn’t realized yet that you’re there and very much awake so you got him by surprise when you stepped into the shower.
Everything in you is alluring and lovely to Connor’s eyes and your body is no exception. He loved and praised every inch of it, it’s his temple, the place where all his problems disappear. He was completely addicted to it, therefore when you decide to enter the shower, his first instinct is to pull your naked body closer to his.
“Hi, love.” this pet-name always sends shivers down your spine and makes you smile like an idiot “How are you?” you were both under the hot stream of water, nose and foreheads touching and eyes closed.
“That’s what I should be asking, handsome.” you whisper as you kiss him delicately, like you’re afraid of breaking him.  
“I’ve been better.” he confesses with a forced smile. He doesn’t want you to worry about him but you know too well that grimace on his face and the dull look on his beautiful eyes.
“I’m so sorry about my dad, I can’t believe what an asshole he can be.” you’re really ashamed by your father, he never respects your decisions or opinions, each time he tries to impose his no matter what.  
“You don’t have to excuse him, I mean, he’s not wrong.” he looks away because he knows that if he sees your breathtaking eyes, he’ll break down in matter of seconds.
“What do you mean he’s not wrong, Con?” you hold his face between your hands and you make him look at you.
“He’s right about me.” he says heartbroken.
“No, he’s not, baby.” you try to reason with him but he doesn’t take it and watching him so sad is destroying you.
“C’mon Y/N, he’s right. You are this beautiful, kind, smart and amazing woman and I’m a kid with a camera. All your life you’ve been surrounded by the most incredible things on Earth, your dad could give you all you wanted. I’ll never be able to do that, I can’t take you to Bali every month, I can’t pay your studies... You know who could? Thomas, he was perfect for you and I took you away, if you were with him, I bet you’d be happier becau...” you smack his chest before he can finish his ridiculous speech, now you’re pissed and frustrated, he can’t be saying all of that, can he?
“I swear to god, Connor David Brashier, that if you say something like all the bullshit you have just said, I’ll kick you out of the house until your two remaining brain cells realize how utterly stupid you are.”
“Bab...” he tries to interrupt you but you shut him off before he can argue back.
“Don’t ‘Babe’ me, idiot. Connor, I love you, more than anything, you’re my world. Listen, maybe my dad has always given me whatever the hell I wanted, do you know the price? He was never there for me, I was left alone 24/7, on my birthdays, recitals, competitions, even in my own graduation, he showered me with gifts but not love. And Tom, he was a nice guy, he treated me right and all of that, always so perfect, it was boring as fuck: we never stayed three days in a row at home doing nothing besides fucking and eating, he never surprised me with 3 AM dates at the beach or with little getaways at Target... Tom was just there but he didn’t make me feel anything, not the way you do. I want you. You’re the best part of my life and I can’t imagine a future without you. I don’t care about monthly travels to Bali, I care about months just by your side. I love you Connor, you’re perfect.”
Once you finish your monologue, you notice he’s crying. You clean his tears with your soft fingers and he kisses you passionately against the shower wall.
“I love you, Y/N” he embraces you strongly, afraid that if he loosens his grip, you’ll disappear.  
“I love you Connor, let me show you.” you kneel down and that’s the only thing Connor needs to know that he’s in for a very long morning and he’s so ready for it.
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I hope you all have enjoyed it. Please like, comment or repost if you liked it. Right now, I’m working on a long Shawn Mendes fic, tell me if you’d like to read it.
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The CONtent is coming back!!
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dickmedownmendess · 5 years
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His Lucky Charm
I’ve never done an imagine so I’m just taking a stab at it. I’ve really taken a liken to Baby Brash™ so I figured why the hell not, I’m just going to write an imagine about loving on him and see where it takes me.
Connor x Reader
Summary; when the going gets tough, the tough get going...or snuggle with their girlfriend to make it better. 
Warnings; fluff (as fluffy as I can make it), maybe a tad bit of smut (because i'm a freaky girl *wink wink*) & minor cursing
Words; 3.1k
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To express the day Connor was having into a couple of words would be: a Monday. From the start of his day he was rushing, because his alarm didn’t go off since it died—as a result of falling asleep on FaceTime with you—so he skipped out on breakfast to accommodate with the schedule. Haven been on the tour with Shawn for quite sometime now, he was accustomed to Shawn’s busy agenda. However, today he just couldn’t fall into pace with what was going on. 
The gym they went to was fairly pack, and all he wanted to do was jog a little, but everyone decided cardio was their main focus, leaving only free treadmill available, and it didn’t even work properly. At the time, to take the edge off of his rising blood pressure—and growling stomach—he ordered a smoothie. It was terrible. And as if the morning couldn’t get any worse, he left his phone at the hotel to let it charge. The morning felt like a full day alone, as he awaited his team members and Shawn to finish lifting. 
The rainy afternoon brought a small amount of better luck, his phone had enough juice that he could talk to you. His first message being;
Brashy: I’m tired of this fucking day. I need you back. 
You were immediately enlightened to the kind of day he was having. Also answering why he took so long to text you. (Not that you were upset, he just had a routine of sending you a good morning text at the same time every single day since you two have been dating).
Babygirl; aww B, stay strong, it’ll get better. You need a booty pic to take the pain away?
He knew your sense of humor, so the likelihood of getting an actual ass pic was slim (although he actually could use one), but it was still soothing to him that you knew how to put a smile on his face during troubling times. It did make the rainy day relatively more gloomier, his desire to be snuggled with you in a comfortable bed, listening to the rain, and music—it was strong enough to have him calling quits on this tour, but that was just his crazy mind-talk. 
While out for lunch with Shawn and the crew, the waitress served everyone’s food, placing a plate in front of him, he looked at it confusingly. “I, um,” he stammers glancing over at Shawn who was equally confused as to what they gave him, “I didn’t order this ma’am.” He politely informs, handing the plate back to her. She was extremely apologetic, and reassuring that they would get his correct order out straight away. He tried his best not to look frustrated, but his patience was wearing thin. 
“You’re just having one of those days, aye?” Shawn questions after noticing the annoyance that unconsciously displayed on his blemishless face. He had witnessed all the mishaps that came at the young photographer. 
Sighing heavily, Connor rolls his eyes, “you have no idea. It’s like if it’s not one thing, it’s another.” He mutters. 
“Well be glad there’s no concert today, so after this we’ll have one more meeting and you’ll be free as a bird to go hide in a box before any more bad things happen to you.” Shawn teases earning a nudge from Connor. 
Connor finally received what he ordered, and as he expected, it wasn’t good. He still ate it however, not wanting to go into the last meeting hungry since he overheard Andrew saying it would be a longer one. 
“To kill two birds with one stone, we’re deliberating on the documentary progress, and plans for the next leg of the tour.” Shawn told him as they traveled to the building. 
The meeting was a little delayed since they had to wait on men they are partnering with to produce the documentary. Connor’s knee bounced in anticipation, his fingers tapping on the wooden table. He was mostly fidgety because he was freezing, with the combination of rain that got on him and the cold air conditioned room, and the lack of extra layers he wore—it was the middle of summer, he dressed according to the season—he was inconveniently underdressed. But as time went by his shirt dried, and his body adjusted to the climate. The meeting was going smoothly, to his dismay. He had earned a few compliments for his excellent videography, and he hadn’t made any mistakes, or caused any accidents as the men talked amongst the large round table. His hopeful thinking was thought about too, however, because as soon as the time to review the documentary he was producing came up, the lack of good luck he was having refreshed his memory. It took an IT technician, and fifteen added minutes—to an already prolonged meeting—to get the video working, but ultimately they were able to watch, discuss and critique what changes should be made. Ending the meeting to everybody’s relief. Especially Connor’s. 
“Hey Con, we’re going to change and go to a club here in town. You tagging along?” Shawn asked on their way out of the conference room. Connor glances down at his silent phone, a trace of concern rising since he hadn’t gotten a single notification from you. 
“Nah, I’m going to sit this one out and check in on y/n.” He ensures with a soft smile. 
Shawn purses his lips, giving a cheeky grin, “aw, young love. You gotta love it man.” Connor pushes off his mockery, but the burn in his cheeks only intensifies the tall singer’s notions as he messes with him all the way to the truck. 
On the way to the hotel Connor checks his social media in hopes of finding you on there doing something that would justify why you haven’t replied to any of his messages. He wouldn’t usually obsess over your whereabouts, trying to keep an open mind that you are as equally busy as he is. But today was just a tough day that required your attention a lot more than what he was receiving. This was also the first time that he had spent more than a week away from you, seeing as you had came on the tour with him for the first couple of weeks, but you had to return home for summer classes. 
The downpour had intensified since the meeting resulting in Connor’s entire body getting drenched on his way into the hotel. The exhaustion weighed heavy in his limbs, with the amount of misfortune he dealt with in one day, he felt like he ran a marathon. His only request at this point was to hear your voice, take the dripping clothes off, and try again tomorrow. 
As he made his way to his room, he could hear the muffled sound of music being played inside. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he glanced to the other unbothered guys entering their own rooms in a hurry to get out of their wet clothes. Shawn and Brian were the only ones who stopped briefly to flash him their goofy smiles. 
His breath hollowed out as he quietly pushed the door open, the sound of the vinyl player increasing from across the room. A smile spread across his lips immediately as he closes the door without disrupting you. His heart fluttered as he took you in where he stood in the entrance. A t-shirt of his adorned your torso, stopping just short enough that your butt was peaking out, and your legs were bare extended up in the air, crossed at the ankles. You lay on your stomach, your eyes cast down at the book, scanning intently across the pages, engulfed into the text. 
Clear of disturbing the peace, he slips off his shoes, his cold, wet socks squishing across the ground as he peels out of his shirt. Before goes to interrupt you his photographer-sensors go off, knowing he has to capture the palatable moment on his phone.
You were far too deep into the world of literature to detect his presence, until the warmth of his body weighs into your backside. Your body twitches under him in surprise, before you breathed out a muffled laugh into the book your head was pressed into. 
“Hi precious.” You mumble, your laugh growing as his fiery kiss heated the side of your neck, shoulder, ear...everywhere. You felt acutely ridiculous for how excited your body was reacting in his grasp, as though you weren’t being held by him not even a full week ago-as it seemed. 
He lifts his face from your neck to a breath, “hi baby.” He whispers close to your ear. You take the time he breaks away to turn your head, peering at him from your peripheral. The grey sky illuminating light from the drawn back curtains, splashed over his marvelous features. You loved what you saw even in your strained view. He lays his hands on either side of your head to hoist himself up so you could spin into a more comfortable position underneath him. 
His jean clad legs itched atop yours, the wetness you felt from them diverted your attention away from his warm lips pressing into yours. 
“Mm-Connor.” You mumbled under his velvet lips. He ignores you, positioning himself so he had even more access to your mouth that he so deliciously worked on, tongue playing with yours strategically. You couldn’t deny the very-missed kiss was pulling your attention away from his wet jeans, but as he pressed his erection directly at your core, which was only covered by the skimpy panties, your attention was back on the minor issue. 
You gasp into his mouth, grabbing his cheeks and pushing his face back. “Connor David.” You exhale, laughter lacing your words. 
His cheeks are red, and his eyes vivid even in the dimly lit room. “What babe.” He says almost impatiently, but in a soft tone. 
“Your jeans are cold as fuck, and itching me.” You giggle, rubbing your hands across his wet jean clad butt, he moves away from your touch also snickering. 
Removing himself from off of you, your body shivers at the discard of his warmth. He tugs the belt, keeping his eyes steady on you, you smirk scooting back on the bed until your back is against the headboard. You watch intently. Admiring every ounce of your boyfriend. 
“Don’t ever leave me hanging like that again.” He demands gently. 
You cock a brow at him, confused by his meaning. The jeans fall to his ankles, his tight boxers and erection greeting you at eye level. “I thought something happened to you when you hadn’t respond.” He clarifies, at which you almost didn’t comprehend, too mesmerized by the v-lines dipping into his erected boxer. 
You blink back into reality, nodding your head with understanding. “I’m sorry baby, I just figured, why give you a booty pic via text message when you can have the real thing right here in front of you.” Your voice dips into a seductive tone, eyes lowering in a sensual way. He loved the way you lowered your eyes and looked at him through your long lashes. 
He wonders how his dick and heart hasn’t fell out of his body, but he puts it to the side as he crawls back into the bed so he could be with you. 
The lust that coursed through him, subsides as he takes in the harmonious voice of Daniel Caesar, singing Best Part. He replaces your spot, leaning against the headboard as you rest your head on his chest. His muscles loosened instantly, heartbeat decelerating like he just got shot by a tranquilizer. 
Caressing your cheek, he looks down at you. “I’m so glad you’re here. You really do make hard days better.” He admits never breaking his gaze on you. 
You two were still fairly new in your relationship; you guys talked for several months while he was still attending classes at UCLA. But then he had to tie you down, proposing going steady a few months before he started the tour with Shawn. The sweet confessions came, but they were only occasional. And by occasional—you mean when you two are posting sweet little nothings about each other on social media. Although you both were sincere in what was posted, you two rarely voice how much you really do care for one another. Even if it’s visible how much you do.  
It made your entire body hot, your heart fluttering as he places a chaste kiss on your lips, almost in a way to let it be known it wasn’t his dick talking, or any lust attached to how he felt. You bit your lip, fluttering your eyes open to his stunning ones. No matter how long you two will be together, the vibrancy of his eyes will be something you’ll never get used to. 
“I’m glad you chose me.” You admit, smiling. You and him both knew he had his fair share of women who wanted that throne you proudly own. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, however, that he wanted you. It took a lot of convincing, dates and actions that matched his declaration of how badly he wanted to be with you. He enjoyed the chase, but he cherished having you to himself far more. 
The bad day that he had sheds away from him as he held you in the silence, the grainy vinyl and soothing rain making you guys placid. 
Eventually, he decided he should shower, the rain not sporting the best smell, although you didn’t mind. His scent was something you’re accustomed to, no matter how it’s manipulated the soothing natural odor belonging to him was still present. 
As he showered you took the initiative to join him. His surprised expression photo-worthy as you pushed inside. After a half hour of frolicking in the hot shower: Kissing every thirty seconds, while telling each other reasons why you like each other so much: Washing his back and him doing the same (which results in him feeling on your ass): To attempting to have sex, but stopping after he trips and nearly kill both of you. You two are barely dried as he carries you to the bed. 
His body, which was only covered by a towel, falls on your hardly covered one as he drops you down on the sheet. You giggle into his continuous gentle kiss. “Why do you keep kissing me?” You say in between pecks. 
Connor feigns offense as he leans back. “You’re kissing me.” He retorts earning your roll of eyes as she tuts. “Did you really come all this way because you knew I was having a bad day and you wanted to give me the booty via-reality?” He asks after silence fell. 
You laugh at ‘via-reality’ holding his squishy cheeks squared to your face, “no baby. I had it already planned to come. It was just a coincidence that you weren’t having a good day. So call it good luck that I was able to rescue the day.” You reassure pecking his nose. 
Pondering for a moment, he looks at you through his thick eyelashes, the arrays of blues and greens in his irises nearly beamed at you, “you really are the luckiest thing that has blessed me. Honestly. I’ve been blessed.” He says it with almost disbelief.
The sweet confessions are all so overwhelming you couldn’t help yourself from climbing on him. The towel hiding your body slips a little, your cleavage coming into view. 
“You’re literally the best Brash.” You mumble into the side of his neck as you hold him close to you. You leave a hot kiss on his neck, traveling up until you hovered over his ear, “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else right now.” You meekly say, breathing softly as his hands cupped your ass, you lightly nibble at his earlobe. 
He groans, hands tightening. You could feel the response to your actions in his lap as he pressed his erection up into you. Carefully, he  peeled back the towel, his breath fanning over your collarbone as he left wet kisses across it, until he dips down to take an erected nipple into his mouth. You instantly moan, hands rising to grip his wet hair. 
Just as the intensity of both of your touches and kisses grew a knock at the door disrupted it all. Connor all but screamed as he leaned away from you. 
Cez’s voice sounded at the door as the muffled, “I only need you for five minutes. Bring your camera please.” confirmed it was important. He scurried out of bed to slip on a pair of shorts, leaving his chest bare. 
“Do not move.” He instructs with his hand held out. You giggle and nod your head obediently. He sighs inspecting you once more. You looked like a renaissance painting, perched up in the bed with the towel loosely hanging at your hips, hair gorgeously messed up around your shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to ignore his bosses and stay in bed. 
By the time he was finished showing Cez and Andrew photos from the last concert, you had dozed off. He doesn’t try to wake you once he’s back in the room, he takes another photo from his camera instead. Your hair covered your face, and your bare back was the only visible thing. The photo looks staged, even in your natural unconscious state was it easy to capture your beauty. He gets his phone and puts the new photo on his Instagram story (which is a bold move for him since he’s never posted a photo of this sort) captioning it with:
“No matter how bad a day can be, she sure can turn it around.” 
Placing the phone on the bedside table, he cautiously press down on your back, giving you a gentle kiss right behind your ear, before snuggling in beside you. You stirred a little at his suddenness, but fell right back asleep, him doing the same.
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So it’s not my best work and I’m sorry about that. I’m not really used to writing in second person point of view so it’s something I’ll probably only do occasionally. But we all want CONtent so I just wanted to share a little.
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Used To This | CB
summary: you wake up with connor by your side and realised you could get used to forever looking like this
warnings: kissing??
genre: FLUFF
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so, this is my new blog. hi! i left my old blog @tinycertain for reasons you can check out on that page but without further or do i introduce you to my new blog which is authentically all me. enjoy this short piece i wrote earlier in attempts to cheer myself up, feel free to lmk if you prefer connor or shawn or anyone else. reblog and leave some feedback please!
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You awoke to the sun shining through the open curtains, causing you to turn away in an attempt to savour any remaining moments of sleep. You groaned after realising it just weren’t going to happen and reached for your phone on the bedside table which read 09:30am.
Just as you were about to let out a mini protest on being up so early on a Saturday you felt the bed dip behind you with your boyfriends weight. You turned around and smiled slightly, still in a sleepy haze.
Connor found you the cutest when you were sleepy; of course to him you were constantly cute but there was something about how dozy and yet clingy you were that made him fall in love with you more every time.
“Morning baby,” he whispered in your ear, smirking slightly as goosebumps arose on your neck.
You mumbled back some sort of reply which led to him chuckling and then flipping you onto your back as he straddled your lower body. He lent down to wake you up with a kiss before he felt a hand to his chest as you pushed him away slightly.
He frowned and silently asked what was up to which you replied with, “morning breath bubs.”
“Y/n I don’t care, I just wanna wake my baby up the proper way: with a kiss.”
You swooned over your boyfriend of two years, Connor was everything you wanted in a partner and he came out with the cutest things but you were determined to brush your teeth before you let him anywhere near your mouth. You wanted him to hang around for as long as possible, not run away after smelling your breath of a morning.
He reluctantly let you out of his hold with a pout on his lips as he watched you saunter into your shared bathroom. However he couldn���t stay pouty for long, as he watched you walk away and smiled to himself as he thought about how he couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him next month so you could do this domestic shit with each other forever.
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okay this was so short which i am sorry for but i’m still getting back into the whole writing thing and there’s a lot going on right now. i don’t have a lot of followers atm because this is my new blog so i’d really appreciate it if you guys reblogged this for me and hit the follow button. feedback would also be greatly appreciated, ily guys!
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Four Years
(A/N: i can’t remember where i got this concept from but creds to whoever gave me the inspiration for this! i hope you enjoy this even though its not the best. & again the gif has nothing to do with the fic but i just hink that its cute lol)
Summary: You broke things off with Connor whenever you found out you where pregnant. You and Adeline were at the library and you ended up running into him. What happens when he finds out that you had her? And that she is his kid..
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"Can we go to the park?"
"Honey, not today. It’s a little too late to go to thr park tonight."
"Okay."
"Well.. here’s what we can do, we can go to library tonight. And then tomorrow or something, we can go to the park." I speak to my 4 year old daughter.
She's incredibly smart for her age, and just like her father. She loves to sing, dance, and try her best to read books. She loves taking pictures of stuff too on my phone when she has it.
I wish Connor could've been here for this.
I let go of him and broke things off in our relationship when I got pregnant with Adeline. I didn't want to ruin his life. I was just stupid, and scared at the time.
Hell, we were only 17 and 18! I never wanted to tell him and ruin everything he had going for him. His career, his reputation, his passion..
I didn't want to ruin it all for him then have him resent me for it. And if his reaction was bad, I didn't want Addy to feel like a burden to him.
She asks about him all the time though. Who her daddy is, what he looks like, what he was like. I tell her that her daddy had to go away for a very long time. But then I always change the subject after to not let the conversation go too far. But it doesn't stop her from asking.
We just moved here to LA cause I got a better job offer here then I did when I was living back home with my parents. It's a new start, a new life I need.. that Adeline needs.
"Momma! Momma we gotta hurry before we miss it!" She says jumping and down. I smile.
"Miss what?"
"The library! It's gonna close soon!" I smiled down at my little bookworm and grabbed her hand, trudging out the door and into the street of LA.
It was a bit chilly outside. But we continued walking till we got to the library and walked in. Addy's face lit up.
"Look how many there are, Momma!" I smiled at her excitement and told her to go pick out a few. She ran off and did just that and I waited for her near the entrance.
I answered a call from my boss and checked on a few things and feeling something collide with my back.
"Omph!"
Me and the person fall over and hit the ground, I wince and look to the other person to see if they're alright.
"Oh my gosh, are you o-"
My heart stopped.. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Is he seriously right here? Infront of me?
"Y/n?" Connor says with a shaky breath. His eyes held so many emotions, I didn't know what to do or say as my eyes began watering. Hold it together and don’t fucking cry.
"Connor."
"Y-You're here? W-ha- wh.. when.." He speaks so frantically.
"I just moved here with-" I stopped myself. I can't tell him. Not like this. Not right now.
"With..?"
"N-No one.." I say hoping that Addy takes a little longer to pick out her books.
"It's so good to see you.. amazing actually." Connor says smiling. Oh my gosh.. I missed that smile. I miss him.
"Momma!" My eyes widen at the sound of my daughter's voice looking for me. Fuck. I know can't keep it a secret forever but I’m not ready to break the news just yet.
"Momma, look! I found my favorite book!" Adeline says pulling on my pant leg.
I smile at her but look at Connor, not knowing what to think. His expression wasn't all smiles anymore, it was shock and confusion.
"M-..Momma?" He repeats. A tear slips down my face and then it hits him.
"Is she.."
"Yeah.." I answer picking Adeline up and putting her on my hip.
"She reminds me of you everyday. She's a spitting image of you too. I haven't forgotten about you.. I’ve done nothing but think about you for the past 4 years. I didn't want to leave.. gosh I love you but i didn't want to hurt your life." I explain as more tears fell from my eyes. I’m right on the edge of actually breaking right now.
Connor looked so lost of words. I feel like I’ve hurt him even more then I did when I broke off things between us.
"Connor.. I-I'm so sorry." I say pushing past him with my head down. I walk out onto the street and start running towards my apartment.
"Y/n, wait!" I hear Connor call out right as i open my apartment door.
I quickly pushed it open and got inside. Adeline quickly ran into her bedroom where to start reading her books.
"Y/n, please! Don't shut me out again." Connor says leaning his head against the door pleadingly. My heart broke at his words..
I sighed and opened the door, letting him in. He stepped in and leaned against the counter, looking around at the drawings on the fridge Addy drew and the messy living room that is full of her toys and stuff.
"Why did you not tell me when you found out?" He asks after a few moments of silence. I look at him. Is he seriously that stupid?
"Do you really think I was gonna ruin your life and your career? I didn't think you were ready. Hell, I wasn't even ready myself. But I knew I didn’t want you to give up your passion for me. And I’m sorry for breaking things off between us but I was just so scared, Connor. You don't even understand how scared I was." I sobbed, finally breaking. Feeling all of the shit I probably should have felt four years ago.
"I'm not mad. I know you were scared. I probably would’ve been too in your position, but you should've just told me. You had to do this all alone for 4 years with no help." Connor paused grabbing my face gently, wiping my tears.
"And I’ve hardly looked at another girl since you left me. It was just too hard. I never stopped loving you. I always hoped you'd come back to me, tell me you messed up and you missed me just as mush as I did you. I just wanted you back." He says with tears slowly falling out of his eyes. I smiled and blushed at him, dumbfounded by his loyalty.
I looked him in the eyes a little longer. And then with my face in his hands, he placed a soft, gentle kiss on my lips. A kiss I didn’t know how much I truly missed until right now.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kissed back, soon pulling away for air.
"Can I meet her?" Connor asks with a big smile on his face. I smiled back and nodded.
"Adeline! Come here honey!" I called out to her.
"Adeline.. beautiful." Connor repeats and I smile even wider. Adeline comes running into the kitchen and looks at the mysterious tall man.
"Who's he, Momma?" She asks pointing. Connor crouches down in front of her, taking her hands in his.
"Hi Adeline, I'm Connor but you can call me Con. How old are you?" Connor speaks to her with such a soft, gentle voice.
"I'm this four! And you can call me Addy, everyone does." Addy says proudly, smiling wide. Connor chuckles.
"Wow! That's a really good number, Addy!" He says all excited. My heart unfolded at the sight in front of me.
"Addy, did Momma ever tell you about your Daddy?" Connor asks her. She nods her head and he smiles.
"What'd she says about him?"
"She said that he was like a prince, tall and handsome and super sweet. She said that she loves him to the moon and back but that he had to go away for a very long time because something happened that he might’ve not liked.” Addy paused for a second to think of an example to give him.
“Oh! Like the evil queen not letting Snow White be free." Addy exclaims and we both laughed at her example.
Connor nods and takes a deep breath, looking at me for permission. I nod and we all site down on the floor criss cross. He pulls Addy to sit in from of him.
"Addy, Can I tell you something?” Connor asked her looking her in her soft blue eyes.
“Are you my daddy?” She asked, turning and looking at you. Then back at him.
The both of you are shocked. How did she figure that out?
“Yeah honey. He is your daddy.” You told her, scared of what her reaction might be.
Suddenly, she breaks out with a huge smile on her face and wraps her arms tightly around Connor's neck giggling.
"I love you, daddy!" She squeals and my heart flutters. Connor hugs her tightly with his eyes closed, soaking everything from this moment in.
"I am so happy to hear you say that." He leans back out the hug and kisses her cheek softly.
This is the moment I have been dreaming of since I found out I was pregnant with her. I was just too scared to let it happen.
But now that it has, I regret not letting it happen sooner.
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(A/N: this isnt the best i’ve ever written but i still hope you enjoyed this and remember that feedback is highly appreciated!!)
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queenmendes · 5 years
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things are changing | pt 1
shawn x reader x connor
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Summary: you are Shawn’s best friend and on tour with him but how will things change after he starts dating Camilla? Lucky for you, a certain videographer is your shoulder to lean on.
Word Count: 1800ish
A/N: wow, so a lot of you enjoyed the sneak peek I posted! Thank you all for the love on it and I hope you enjoy the first part of this! Let me know what you think! I was going to write so much more but decided to do a small little series instead Xxxx p.s I think I spelled her name wrong but i don’t really give a fuc ✌🏼
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“Sorry, maybe next time.”  
“I’m with Camilla.”
“Actually, I have plans with Camilla later.” 
Those were a few of the many excuses you have heard since you rejoined Shawn on tour. Shawn has been your best friends since birth practically. Your parents were close so naturally, you two became friends early in life. Since the beginning of his singing career, you have been there. Flying out to see him as much as possible to waking up at 2 am to help him through his anxiety, to even enduring many late nights in the studios, despite having no musical talent, because he wanted your opinion. Shawn was your shoulder to cry on; the one you had movie marathons with every time he came home. The one that helped you study for exams, despite not knowing what any of it meant. Shawn was one of your people. It’s always been him, you and Brain.
But things have changed since you came back on tour. His constantly hectic schedule wasn’t the problem. Shawn was caught up in his new relationship and was leaving you behind. You weren’t necessarily jealous or envious, but it hurt that he didn’t seem try and find time for you, his best friend. It hurt even worse that he didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. Someone else did though. Since Shawn was constantly busy, Connor has taken it upon himself to fill the gap.
“I don’t know how you do this every day.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder as you helped him edit the new footage from the past previous shows. Well you say help, but really you just made comments on everything he did to mess with him. His video was amazing; he truly was talents with a camera. Currently, you two in his hotel room in Miami before the show.
“Trust me, this is the worst part.” Connor said, eyes glazed over from staring at the computer screen for too long. His stunning blue eyes still bright as ever though. You stood up and flopped down on the bed, that was next to the desk Connor was working at. “Hey, hey. We don’t rest until we finish.” Connor stood by the bed now.
“But, I’m sleepy. And technically, this isn’t my job, so there is no ‘we’. ” You tease. Connor raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, is that so?” Before you could say anything else, his fingers attacked your sides, sending you into a fit of loud laughter. Despite your attempts, he did not stop tickling you. The only thing that saved you was the knock on the door that echo throughout the room. “You got lucky.” He smiles before walking over to answer; you took the chance to wipe the tears from your eyes and catch you breathe. The smile bright and big on your lips, however.
“Hey man. It’s time to go to the arena.” Brian said at the door. Connor nodded and the two walked further into the room. “What did I just walk into?” Brian smirked at your currently place on the bed. Your hair and clothes were disheveled from trying to get out of Connor’s attack.
“Shut up.” You pushed the red head playfully as you stood up, straighten out your clothes and smooth your hair. “He decided to attack me.” Connor gasped in horror.
“I would never do such a thing.” His hand on his chest, a fake insulted expression on his face. Brian rolled his eyes at the banter between you two but smiled. It was good to see you laughing again; he knew how much it affected you that Shawn wasn’t hangout with you.
“Hey, no one has seen Y/N in hours. Do you guys know where she is?” Shawn frantically walked into the room. The singer paused, sighing in relief at the sight of you. “Thank god. Where have you been?”
“With Connor. I was helping him edit his footage.” You said, and the playful mood changed into something more serious when you saw the way Shawn eyed Connor.
“Oh please, all you did was eat my candy and question my decisions.” Connor teased you. You stuck your tongue out at him, like the child you are. Shawn just stiffly stood there.
“Well, we need to leave to the arena.” Shawn said after a moment of just staring. You awkwardly nodded, grabbing your bag from the chair as Connor got what he needed. Brian silently watching the exchange, as Shawn left without another word.
“Hey, don’t think too much about it.” Brian whispered to you, as the three of you followed the tall, curly head. Your expression reminded him of a kicked puppy as you stared after your best friend. Nodding and placing a smile on your face, Brian wrapped his arm around your shoulder  as walked to the elevator where some of the team was waiting.
Connor winking at you when you made eye contact, causing you to make a goofy face back. The two of you laugh lightly as the elevator doors opened; neither noticing the Shawn’s envious eyes watching.
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The next day was a free day in Miami. A bunch of the team decided they wanted to spend the day at the beach, and you were completely fine with a relaxation day. A knock sounded throughout the hotel room you were in.
“Open up, open up.” Brian repeatedly banged on the door. You rolled your eyes at his impatience’s but still let him in. “Finally. Come on, I am starving. I’m withering away as we speak.” Brian dramatics were amusing.
“I only wish to be as dramatic as you one day.” You mocked but grabbed the bag on the chair and walked out the door with him following.
“Not possible. I’ve been perfecting it all my life.” Brian played along as you stopped by Shawn’s room, to see if he wanted to eat with you. You knocked on the door, much more gently than Brian did previous. It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, and there stood the tall rockstar. He smiled at you, which you returned.
“We’re getting food before we head out with everyone else. Wanna come with?” You asked cheerfully. Shawn didn’t answer, staring at you instead; the happy, bright look in your eyes made you glow, and look absolutely stunning. “Shawn?” You asked, knocking him out of his trance.
“Uh, sorry, what?” Shawn asked, glaring at Brian, who gave him a knowing look.
“Do you want to go eat with us?” You asked again, your tone hopeful. Shawn gave a small, regretful smile.
“Oh, I’m actually going to eat with Camilla.” Shawn confessed, his heart hurting at the look of disappointment on your face. You tried your best to conceal it though, but he knew you too well. You just nodded.
“Next time, man.” Brian said. “We’ll see you at the beach.” The red head led you down the hall, where Connor was just coming out of his room. Shawn watched longingly as your face brighten  when the LA native hugged you. An unfamiliar feeling filled his body at the thought of someone else making you smile like that; someone that wasn’t him.
“Hey, actually, I can raincheck with Camilla.” Shawn said, rushing down the hall to joining the small group. He already knew this was going to piss Camilla off, but he didn’t care once he saw how your eyes gleamed of happiness at him joining.
“Are you sure?” You politely asked, not wanting to make him feel obligated. Shawn had never been surer of anything.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Shawn smiled a million-dollar smile, before grabbing your hand and leading you into the elevator. Shawn and Connor made eye contact; the normal,friendly banter between them was gone. May the best man win. 
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